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HYMN   BOOK: 


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APPEARING  OP  JESUS  CHRIST. 


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LOWELL  : 

S.  J.  VARNEF,  (27  Czn-tral  sTRiET<)  PBINTBRj 

1854. 


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ADVENT  HYMN  BOOK. 


NUMBER  OJNE. 
1.  The  morning  light  is  breaking, 
The  glorious  day  draws  near, 
When  Christ,  the  Judge  of  nations, 

In  glory  will  appear ; 
The  Midnight  Cry  is  sounding, 
The  dawning  stars  appear, — 
Awake,  ye  sleeping  virgins, 
Your  God  and  Saviour's  near. 

1.  The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  King  of  glory's  near, 
The  saints  now  dead  and  living, 

Will  soon  with  him  appear ; 
The  Midnight  Cry  is  sounding, 

The  fig-tree  is  in  bloom ; — 
Awake  ye  sleeping  virgins, 

The  Bridegroom  cometh  soon. 

3.  The  Bible  in  its  coursing, 

Has  gone  from  East  to  West ; 
The  nations  who  are  willing, 

Have  with  its  rays  been  blest ; 
The  Midnight  Cry  is  sounding, 

The  Judgment  Day  draws  near ; — 
Awake,  ye  sleeping  virgins, 

Dismiss  your  grief  and  fear 


*  ADVENT    HYMN    BOOK. 

JN UMBER  TWO. 

P.  M. —  The  Lament. 

1.  We're  waiting  still  clear  Lord  for  thee,   thy 

promise  to  fulfil, 
When  thou  shalt  come  in  majesty  to  reign  on 

Zion's  hill ; 
We're  waiting  still  dear  Lord  for  thee,  to  gather 

Abram's  seed, 
When  from  all  pain  and  cruelty,  thy  followers 

shall  be  freed.  • 

2.  We're  waiting  still  dear  Lord  for  thee,  to  rend 

the  vaulted  skies, 
To  give  us  immortality,  and  bid  us  to  thee  rise  ; 
We're  waiting  still  dear  Lord  for  thee,  to  wake 

the  sleeping  dead, 
When  thy  dear  saints  no  more  shall  be  through 

death's  dark  portals  led. 

8.  Help  us  to  wait  dear  Lord  for  thee,  with  pa- 
tience and  with  hope, 

And  may  thy  spirit  ever  be  our  comfort  and 
support ; 

Lord  grant  us  power  to  watch  and  pray,  the 
waiting  spirit  give, 

That  we  may  meet  in  endless  day,  and  endless 
joys  receive. 

4.  We've  waited  long,  we're  waiting  still,  yet  we 
expect  to  wait 


ADVENT   KYMX   BOOK.  0 

Till  thou  thy  promise.  rshalt  fulfil,   and  earth 

anew  create ; 
Then  we  expect  to  reign  with  thee,  when  earth 

shall  own  thy  sway, 
When  we  from  all  our  sorrows  free,  shall  dwell 

in  endless  day. 

NUMBER  THREE. 

Contrast. 

1.  The  groaning  creation  doth  wait, 

Together  they  travail  in  pain  ; 
The  Watchmen,  who  stand  in  the  gate, 

Are  longing  the  morning  to  gain. 
0  !  when  will  "  the  Bridegroom  "  appear, 

His  long-waiting  :'  Bride  "  to  receive? 
We  know  that  his  coming  is  near ; 

He  will  not  his  people  deceive. 

2.  He  waits  for  his  bride  to  appear 

In  righteousness  fully  arrayed  ; 
While  lacking  he  cannot  draw  near — 

"  Make  ready,"  and  be  not  afraid. 
The  scoffers,  who  mock  at  his  word, 

Must  also  stand  "  fully  revealed," 
Ere  they  can  "  receive  their  reward," 

Or  their  judgment  be  finally  sealed. 

JNUMBER  FOUR. 
Tune — Over  the  Mountain  Wave. 

1.  List  to  the  joyful  news  sounding  so  clear, 
O'er  the  hills  through  the  dales  Jesus  is  near; 


b  ADVENT    HYMN    BOOK. 

Hark  how  it  wafts  along  through  earth's  domain, 

DO 

Quick  prepare  soon  to  sharelleaven's  bright  reign 

Chorus — 
Pilgrims  and  strangers  here  we'il  ever  roam, 
Till  our  Lord  shall  reward  and  bring  us  home. 

2.  Swiftly  the  tidings  roll  onward  with  speed, 
To  the  believer's  soul  joyful  indeed  ; 

Soon  will  the  reaping  time  fully  have  come, 
Saints  will  all  great  and  small  be  gathered  home. 
Pilgrims  and  strangers,  &c. 

3.  Lord  let  thy  kingdom  come  we'll  ever  pray, 
Soon  take  thy  children,  0  haste  the  day, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  banish  all  fear, 
Signs  proclaim  Jesus'  reign,  Judgment  is  near. 

Pilgrims  and  strangers,  &c. 


NUMBER  FIVE. 

Tune— I  Will  Return. 

1.  Son  of  God,  thy  people's  shield, 

Must  we  still  thine  absence  mourn  ? 
Let  thy  promise  be  fulfilled, — 

Thou  hast  said,  "  I  will  return." 
Gracious  Master,  soon  appear  ; 

Quickly  bring  the  morning's  light ; 
Then  will  cease  the  constant  tear, 

Hope  be  turned  to  joyful  sight. 


ADVENT    HYMN    BOOK.  i 

2.   As.  l  wonu  the  day- 

Till  her  absent  Lfo  3, — 

Longs  and  watch  -  and  prays, — 

urch  must  long  for  thee. 
Come,  that  we  thee  nigh; 

Then  tl.  :-e ; 

Hushed  forever  trouble's  sigh, 
'a 

NUMBER  SIX. 

Tune — Greenville, 

1.  Christian,  the  morn  breaks  sweet ly 
And  all  the  midnight  shadows  flee, 

Tinge  i 

Arise,  aria  "'ice, 

Thy  nan  en  on  the  throne  ; 

Thy  home  is  in  that  world  <»f  glory 
Where  thy  Redeemer  reigns  alone. 

2.  Tossed  on  time's  rude,  relentless 

Call/  nl  daunt!' 

For  lo  !   beyond  th 

The  lat  bound  the  promif 

Christian,  behold  the  land  is  near' 

Where  tl 
Hark,  how  the  heavenly 

See  in  what  throngs  they  range  the  shore. 

3.  Cheer  up.  eheer  up,  the  day  breaks  o'er  thee 
IL^ht  as  the  summer's  noontide  ray. 


0  ADVENT   HYMN   BOOK. 

The  star-gemm'd  crowns  and  realms  of  glory 

Invite  the  happy  soul  away. 
Away,  away,  leave  all  for  glory, 

Thy  name  is  graven  on  the  throne, 
Thy  home  is  in  that  world  of  glory 

Where  thy  Redeemer  reigns  alone. 


JNUMBER  SEVEN. 

8,6,8,  8,6.— Woodland. 

1.  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wand'rers  given ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 

'Tis  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2.  There  is  a  soft,  a  downy  bed, 

As  fair  as  breath  of  even  ; 
A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread, 
Where  they  may  rest  the  aching  head, 

And  find  repose  in  heaven. 

3.  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  roils, 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 

4.  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given ; 
It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 


ADYEXT    HYMN    BOOK. 

Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene — in  heaven. 

5.  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; — 
Beyond  the  dark,  the  narrow  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


NUMBER  EIGHT. 
Tune — 0  Fly  to  their  Bowers. 

1.  We  have  heard  from  that  bright,  that  holy  land ; 
TVe  have  heard,  and  our  hearts  are  glad, 

For  we  were  a  lonely  pilgrim  band — 

And  weary,  and  worn,  and  sad. 
They  tell  us  the  pilgrims  ever  dwell  there, 

No  longer  are  homeless  ones, 
And  we  know  that  the  goodly  land  is  fair, 

Life's  river  of  water  there  runs. 

2.  They  say  green  fields  are  waving  there, 
That  never  a  blight  shall  know ; 

And  the  deserts  wild  are  blooming  fair, 

And  the  roses  of  Sharon  grow. 
There  are  lovely  birds  in  the  bowers  green, 

Their  songs  are  blithe  and  sweet ; 
And  their  warblings  gushing  ever  new, 

The  angels'  harpings  greet. 

Al 


10  ADVENT   HYMN   BOOK. 

3.  We  have  heard  of  the  palms,  the  robes,  the 

crowns, 

And  the  silvery  band  in  white ; 
Of  the  city  fair,  with  pearly  gates, 

All  radiant  with  heavenly  light. 
We  have  heard  of  the  angels  there,  and  saints, 

With  their  harps  of  gold,  how  they  sing ; 
Of  the  mount,  with  the  fruitful  tree  of  life, 

Of  the  leaves  that  healing  bring. 

4.  The  King  of  that  country,  he  is  fair, 
He's  the  joy  and  the  light  of  the  place  ; 

In  his  beauty  we  shall  behold  him  there, 

And  bask  in  his  smiling  face. 
We'll  be  there,  we'lr  be  there,  in  a  little  while. 

We'll  join  the  pure  and  the  blest  ; 
We'll  have  the  palm,  the  robe,  the  crown, 

And  forever  be  at  rest, 

NUMBER  NINE, 

1.  Skeptic  spare  that  book, 

Touch  not  a  single  leaf7 
Nor  on  its  pages  look 

With  eye  of  unbelief; 
'T  was  my  forefathers'  stay, 

In  the  hour  of  agony  ; 
Skeptic  go  thy  way, 

And  let  that  old  book  be. 

2.  That  good  old  book  of  life 

For  centuries  has  stood, 


ADYEXT   HYMN   BOOK.  11 

Unharmed  amid  the  strife 

When  earth  was  drunk  with  blood  \ 
And  would' st  thou  harm  it  now, 

And  haYe  its  truths  forgot  ? 
Skeptic,  forbear  the  blow, 

Thy  hand  shall  harm  it  not. 

3.  Its  Yery  name  recalls 

The  happy  hours  of  youth, 
"When  in  my  grandsire's  halls 

I  heard  its  tales  of  truth ; 
I've  seen  his  white  hair  flow 

O'er  that  Yolume  as  he  read ; 
But  that  was  long  ago, 

And  the  good  old  man  is  dead. 

4.  My  dear  grandmother,  too, 

When  I  was  but  a  boy, 
IVe  seen  her  eyes  of  blue 

Weep  o'er  it  tears  of  joy. 
Their  traces  linger  still, 

And  dear  they  are  to  me  ; 
Skeptic,  forego  thy  will — 

Go — let  that  old  book  be. 


NUMBER  TEN. 

Tune — Missletoe  Bough. 

1.  We're  toiling  here  by  sin  opprest, 
By  earth  unpitied  and  unblest,         ^ 
'3Iid  grief,  'mid  sorrow,  care  and  pain, 


12  ADVENT   HYMN    BOOK. 

We  strive  a  glorious  rest  to  gain, 
Where  scorching  heat  and  wintry  blast, 
With  sickness,  pain  and  death  are  past, 
Where  saints  by  woes  no  more  opprest, 
Shall  see  the  Saviour's  glorious  rest. 
0  that  glorious  rest. 

2.  War-worn  and  weary  now,  we  long 
To  join  the  ransomed  victor's  song  ; 
As  pilgrims  here  no  more  to  roam, 

But  dwell  with  Christ,  our  Lord,  at  home 
With  all  the  blood-besprinkled  band, 
On  Zion's  heights  we  long  to  stand, 
Our  wearied  feet  that  mount  would  press, 
And  there  in  glory  ever  rest. 
0  that  glorious  rest. 

3.  While  here  in  time's  dark  night  we  stay, 
We'll  ever  wait  the  approaching  day; 
We'll  wait  the  shining  of  that  morn : 
We'll  hail  its  herald-star,  new-born. 
Soon,  soon  shall  darkness  take  its  flight, 
And  Christ  shall  fill  the  world  with  light ; 
Then  saints  shall  be  supremely  blest, 
For  they  shall  share  the  glorious  rest. 

0  that  glorious  rest. 


NUMBER  ELEVEN. 

1.  The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on, 
The* glass  of  life  will  soon  be  run, 


ADVENT   HYMN   BOOK.  13 

Creation  with  her  fiery  doom, 

The  Lord  will  soon  appear  ! 
0  there'll  be  glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
0  there'll  be  glory, 

"When  saints  shall  view  him  near. 

.  Now  hark?   the  trumpet  rends  the  skies, 
See  slumbering  millions  wake  and  rise  ! 
What  joy,  what  terror  and  surprise  ! 

The  last  great  day  has  come  ! 
0  there'll  be  glory,  &c, 

Around  the  judgment  throne. 

.  See  nations  throng  his  awful  bar, 
Both  saints  and  sinners  from  afar, 
All  tribes  and  kindreds  now  appear, 

And  wait  to  hear  their  doom  I 
0  there'll  be  glory,  &c, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  shall  come. 

.  Jehovah  now  the  book  unheals  ! 
The  clearest  light  each  heart  reveals  ! 
The  pointed  truth  each  conscience  feels  ! 

The  amazing  throng  divide  ! 
0  there'll  be  mourning,  &c, 

When  justice  shall  decide. 

.   See  parents  and  their  children  part ! 
See  !  husbands  and  their  wives  must  part ! 
See  brothers  and  their  sisters  part, 
To  meet  again  no  more  ! 

Bl 


14  ADVENT   HYMN   BOOK; 

0  there'll  be  mourning,  &c. 
The  day  of  mercy's  o'er. 

6.  See  Jesus  and  his  saints  unite, 
And  move  to  realms  of  endless  light, 
With  him  his  bride  shall  walk  in  white , 

In  innocence  and  love ; 
0  there'll  be  glory,  &c, 

And  sweetest  songs  above. 


NUMBER  TWELVE. 

1.  As  I  view  the  last  sands  of  old  time  sink  away, 
0  grant  me,  dear  Saviour,  this  boon ; 

That  I  never,  never  may  from  thy  smiles  go  astray 7 
Nor  share  the  impenitent's  doom. 

Chorus — 
Roll  on  then,  old  time,  while  I  sigh  for  the  land 

Through  this  dark  gloomy  region  of  pain  ; 
For  fair  Eeulah's  land,  and  the  pure  spotless  band, 

Where  the  King  in  his  beauty  shall  reign. 

2.  Pilgrim,  haste  on  thy  way,  for  the  sun's  gliding 

down; 
Escape  for  thy  life  while  there's  room ; 
See  dark  clouds  gathering  round,  mantling  earth 

with  a  frown, 
And  wide  spreads  the  thickening  gloom. 


ADVENT   HYMN   BOOK.  15 

3.  Pilgrim,  hark,  on  each  breeze  as  it  comes  from 

afar, 
How  the  low  muttering  thunders  break  round  ; 
From  the  dim  distant  shore  rings  the  clarion  of  war, 
Haste  thee  on  !  soon  the  last  Trump  will  sound. 

4.  Pilgrim,  lift  up  thj  head,  soon  the  Kingdom 

will  come, 
,    And  the  saints  then  in  glory  appear ; 
In  their  fair  Eden  home,  with  their  King  ever  roam, 
And  his  hand  wipe  away  every  tear. 


NUMBER  THIRTEEN. 

1.  The  groaning  earth  is  too  dark  and  drear 
For  the  saints'  eternal  home, 

But  the  city  from  heaven  will  soon  be  here, 

We  know  that  the  moment  is  drawing  near 

"When  she  in  her  glory  shall  come. 

Her  gates  of  pearl  we  soon  shall  see, 

And  her  music  we  soon  shall  hear, 

Joyous  and  bright  our  home  shall  be, 

And  we'll  walk  in  the  shadow  of  life's  fair  tree 

With  our  Saviour  forever  near. 

2.  We'll  gladly  exchange  a  world  like  this, 
Where  death  triumphant  reigns, 

For  a  beautiful  home  in  that  land  of  bliss 
Where  all  is  happiness,  joy  and  peace, 
And  nothing  can  enter  that  pains. 


16  ADVENT    HYMN    BOOK. 

There  is  no  more  sorrow  and  no  more  night, 
For  the  darkness  shall  pass  away, 
The  crucified  Lamb  is  its  glorious  light, 
And  the  saints  shall  walk  with  him  in  white, 
In  that  happy,  eternal  day. 

3.   0  there  the  loYed  of  earth  shall  meet, 
Whom  death  has  sundered  here, 
The  prophets  and  patriarchs  there  will  greet, 
And  all  shall  worship  at  Jesus'  feet, 
No  more  separation  to  fear. 
Though  trials  and  griefs  await  us  here, 
The  conflict  will  soon  be  o'er ; 
This  glorious  hope  our  hearts  shall  cheer, 
For  we  know  that  the  Saviour  will  soon  appeai% 
And  then  we  shall  grieve  no  more. 


JNUMBER  FOURTEEN. 

Tune — We  are   Going   Home. 

1.  Lift  up  your  heads,  Emanuel's  friends  ! 
And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends  ; 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

Chorus — We  are  going  home — we  are  going  home, 
We  are  going  home  to  die  no  more — 
To  die  no  more — to  die  no  more, 
We  are  going  home  to  die  no  more. 


ADVENT    EYMX    BOOK.  17 

2.  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory, 

If  we  but  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

3.  Though  Satan  may  his  power  employ 
Our  happy  moments  to  destroy ; 

Yet  never  fear,  we'll  win  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

4.  Oh,  good  old  way  !  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart, 

But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
We're  walking  in  the  good  old  way. 

5.  And  now  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand, 
And  view  by  faith  the  promised  land ; 
So  we  will  shout,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
And  march  along  the  good  old  way. 


NUMBER  FIFTEEN, 
7,  8,  11.     Tune — Christianas  Requiem. 

1.  Christian  !  Christian  ! 
Christian,  thy  labor's  soon  o'er, 

Thy  term  of  probation's  soon  run, 
Thy  steps  are  now  bound  for  Emanuel's  shore, 
And  soon  will  thy  rest  be  begun. 

2.  Christian!  Christian! 
Christian,  look  not  on  the  strife, 


18  ADVENT   HYMN   BOOK, 

Or  the  pleasures  of  earth  with  regret, 
Nor  pause  on  the  threshhold  of  eternal  life. 
To  mourn  for  the  day  that  is  set. 

3.   Christian  !  Christian  ! 
Christian,  no  fetters  will  bind, 

No  wicked  have  power  to  molest  • 
There  the  weary  like  thee — there  the  mourners 
shall  find 

A  Heaven,  a  home  of  sweet  rest ! 


NUMBER  SIXTEEN. 

1.  When  Christ,  the  Lord,  was  doom'ed  to  die? 
And  bowed  to  heaven's  stern  decree, 
He  plainly  saw  the  hour  was  nigh 
When  many  sighed  with  grief,  while  he, 
The  victim,  came  serene  and  mild, 
The  back  laid  bare,  the  sconrge  he  took, 
And  bleeding  on  the  cross  was  nail'd, 
While  Nature  feels  the  pond'rous  stroke. 
And  now  each  weeping  saint  their  grief,  their  grief 

partook, 
And  now  each  weeping  saint  their  grief,  their  grief 
partook, 
In  anguish  sigh'd — while  he  died — 
In  anguish  sigh'd — while  he  died — 
O,  wondrous  deed  ! 
O,  wondrous  deed ! 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  dies  ! 


ADVENT   HYMN    BOOK.  19 

2.  O,  list !  what  sighs  of  deep  despair — 

What  mournful  thoughts  pervade  each  breast — 
When  suddenly  bright  forms  appear — 
Earth  shakes,  the  soldiers  stand  aghast — 
And  lo,  the  Son  of  God  comes  forth — 
A  mighty  conqueror  o'er  the  grave  ! 
Go,  Mary,  tell  the  joyous  truth — 
I  live  again,  with  power  to  save  ! 
And  now  each  joyful  saint  their  joy,  their  joy  partake, 
And  now  each  joyful  saint  their  joy,  their  joy  partake. 
Hearts  once  sad,  now  made  glad ; 
Hearts  once  sad,  now  made  glad ; 
Jesus  lives  again  ! 
Jesus  lives  again  ! 
The  conqueror  of  the  grave. 

3.  O,  glory  be  to  good  on  high  ! 
He  thus  fulfils  his  faithful  word ; 
Xow  signs  reveal  his  kingdom  nigh, 
Faith  says  it  cannot  be  deferred ; 
From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west, 
At  home,  abroad,  all  things  proclaim, 
Behold,  at  hand  our  promised  rest ! 
All  things  restored,  Messiah's  reign  ! 

And  now  each  waiting  saint  their  joy,their  joy  bespeaks 
And  now  each  waiting  saint  their  joy, their  joy  bespeaks 
While  they  sing,  heavens  ring  ; 
"While  they  sing,  heavens  ring  ; 
Come — Glorious  King  ! 
Come — Glorious  King  ! 
The  Lord  our  Righteousness  ! 


20  ADVENT   HYMN   BOOK. 

JNUMBER  SEVENTEEN. 

Tune — Bonaparte's  Grave. 

1.  The  King  in  his  beauty  by  angels  attended, 
Soon  treading  the  pathway  of  Heaven  shall  say : 

The  conflict  is  over,  the  warfare  is  ended, 
Arise,  my  beloved,  from  earth  come  away. 

Chorus. 
Fierce  lightnings  may  flash,  and  the  loud  thunders 
rattle ; 
They  heed  not,  they  fear  not,  they're  free  from  all 
pain. 
They've  shed  their  last  tear,  they  have  fought  their 
last  battle, 
The  warfare  is  ended,  in  glory  they  reign. 

2.  The  graves  are  seen  bursting.the  dark  caverns  open, 
The  rocks  and  the  mountains  down  by  him  are 

thrown, 
The  captives  are  rescued, death's  chains  they  are  broken 
While  saints  of  all  ages  arise  from  the  tomb. 

3.  The  toil-worn  and  weary,  who  long  have  been 

waiting 
The  coming  of  Christ  to  receive  their  reward, 
Rejoicing  and  shouting,  while  nature  is  shaking, 
Together  mount  up  at  the  voice  of  the  Lord. 

4.  Fierce  lightnings  are  flashing,  loud  thunders  are 

roaring, 
Hark,  hear  the  foundation  of  earth  how  it  moves  ! 
While  nations  are  angry,  their  fate  are  deploring, 
The  saints  are  all  safe  in  the  city  above. 

NUMBER  EIGHTEEN. 

1.  We're  going  home,  we've  had  visions  bright 
Of  that  holy  land,  that  world  of  light, 


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Where  the  long,  dark  night  of  time  is  past, 
And  the  morn  of  eternity's  come  at  last; 
Where  the  weary  saint  no  more  shall  roam, 
But  dwell  in  a  sunny,  peaceful  home, 
Where  the  brow  with  celestial  gems  is  crowned, 
And  waves  of  bliss  are  dashing  around. 
0,that  beautiful  world  !  0,that  beautiful  world  ! 

2.  We're  going  home,  we  soon  shall  be 
Where  the  sky  is  clear  and  the  soil  is  free — 
Where  the  victor's  song  floats  o'er  the  plain, 
And  the  seraphs'  anthems  blend  with  its  strains, 
Where  the  sun  rolls  down  its  brilliant  flood, 
And  beams  on  a  world  that  is  fair  and  good, 
And  stars,  that  dimm'd  at  nature's  doom, 
Will  sparkle  and  dance  o'er  the  new  earth  bloom, 

0,that  beautiful  home  ;  0,  that  beautiful  home  ! 

3.  Where  the  tears  and  sighs  which  here  were  given, 
Are  exchanged  for  the  gladsome  song  of  heaven, 
v\  here  the  beauteous  forms  which  sing  and  shine 
Are  guarded  well  by  a  hand  divine. 

Pure  love's  banner  and  friendship's  wand 
Are  waving  above  that  princely  band, 
And  the  glory  of  God,  like  a  moulten  sea, 
Will  bathe  that  immortal  company. 
0,that  beautiful  home  !  0,that  beautiful  home  ! 

4.  'Mid  the  ransomed  throng,  'mid  the  sea  of  bliss, 
'Mid  the  holy  city's  gorgeousness, 

'Mid  the  verdant  plains, 'mid  angel's  cheer, 


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'Mid  the  flowers  that  never  of  winter  wear  ; 
Where  the  conqueror's  song,  as  it  sounds  afar, 
Is  wafted  on  the  ambrosial  air — 
Through  endless  years  we  then  shall  prove 
The  depths  of  a  Saviour's  matchless  love. 
0,that  beautiful  world  !  0,that  beautiful  world ! 


NUMBER  NINETEEN. 

1.  What  vessel  are  you  sailing  in  ? 

Declare  to  us  the  same. 
Our  vessel  is  the  ark  of  God — 
And  Christ  our  captain's  name. 

Chorus. — We'll  face  the  storm,  it  can't  be  long, 
We'll  anchor  by-and-by ; 
We'll  face  the  storm,  it  can't  be  long, 
We'll  anchor  by-and-by. 

2.  Pray,  what's  the  port  to  which  you  sail  ? 

Declare  to  us  straightway. 
The  New  Jerusalem's  our  port — 
The  realms  of  endless  day. 

3.  And  are  you  not  afraid  some  storm 

Your  bark  will  overwhelm  ? 
We  cannot  fear,  the  Lord  is  near; 
Our  Father's  at  the  helm. 

4.  We've  looked  astern,  and  many  toils 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through  ; 


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We're  looking  now  a-head,  and  lo  ! 
The  "  land  "  appears  in  view. 

5.  The  sun  is  up,  the  clouds  are  gone, 
The  heavens  above  are  clear. 
The  city  bright  appears  in  sight, 
We're  getting  round  the  pier. 

Chorus. — Hoist  every  sail  to  catch  the  gale, 
Each  sailor  ply  his  oar ; 
The  night  begins  to  wear  away — 
We  soon  shall  reach  the  shore, 

NUMBER  TWENTY. 

1.  Behold!  Behold  !  the  Lamb  of  God, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross, 
For  us  he  shed  his  precious  blood, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 
0,  hear  his  all  important  cry, 
"  Eli  lama  sabachthani," 
Draw  near  and  see  your  Saviour  die, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 

2.  Behold  !  his  arms  extended  wide, 
Behold  !  his  bleeding  hands  and  side, 
The  sun  withholds  its  rays  of  light, 

The  heavens  are  clothed  in  shades  of  night, 
While  Jesus  doth  with  demons  fight. 

3.  Come,  sinners,  see  him  lifted  up, 
He  drinks  for  you  the  bitter  cup ; 


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The  rocks  do  rend,  the  mountains  quake, 
While  Jesus  doth  atonement  make, 
While  Jesus  suffers  for  our  sake. 

4.  And  now  the  mighty  deed  is  done, 
The  battle's  fought,  the  victory's  won, 
To  Heaven  he  turns  his  languid  eyes, 

"  'Tis  finished  "  now,  the  conqueror  cries, 
Then  bows  his  sacred  head  and  dies. 

5.  Where'er  I  go,  I'll  tell  the  story 

Of  the  cross,  of  the  cross  ; 
In  nothing  else  my  soul  shall  glory, 

Save  the  cross,  save  the  cross. 
Yea,  this  my  constant  theme  shall  be 
Through  time,  and  in  eternity, 
That  Jesus  tasted  death  for  me, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 

6.  Let  every  mourner  rise  and  cling 

To  the  cross,  to  the  cross, 
Let  every  Christian  come  and  sing, 

Round  the  cross,  round  the  cross. 
There  let  the  Preacher  take  his  stand, 
And,  with  the  Bible  in  his  hand, 
Declare  the  triumphs  through  the  land, 

Of  the  cross,  of  the  cross. 

7.  Let  every  waiting  Pilgrim  run, 

For  a  crown,  for  a  crown ; 
The  Lord  in  glory  soon  will  come, 
With  a  crown,  with  a  crown. 


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0  then  the  waiting  saints  shall  be 
Enrobed  in  immortality, 
The  King  in  beauty  then  shall  see, 
On  his  throne,  on  his  throne. 


DUMBER  TWEiNTY-Ox\E. 

Tune — Old  Church  Yard. 

1.  We  shall  see  the  Saviour  coming  on  the  resurrec- 

tion morning, 

While  the  saints  of  God  are  watching  and  are  wait- 
ing for  the  Lord ; 

Are  your  lamps  well  burning,  are  your  lamps  well 
burning, 

Are  your  lamps  well  burning,  and  your  vessels  fill- 
ed with  oil  ? 

2.  We  have  set  our  hope  for  Glory,  while  the  vision 

u  seemed  to  tarry," 
When  we  comforted  each  other  with  the  words  of 

holy  writ. 
Are  your  garments  pure,  [repeat.] 
And  unspotted  from  the  world  ? 

3.  In  the  midst  of  opposition,  Daniel  keeps  the  same 

position, 
And  is  waiting  for  the  promise,  at  the  ending  of  the 
days  — 
Every  one  shall  have  deliverance, 
Who  is  written  in  the  book. 


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4.  In  the  days  of  earth's  dominion,  Christ  has  prom- 

ised us  a  kingdom ; 
Not  to  leave  to  other  nations,  it  will  never  be 
destroyed  ; 
It  shall  stand  forever, 
And  the  saints  possess  the  land. 

5.  O,  ye  saints  of  God  take  courage,  you  will  soon  be 

freed  from  bondage, 
For  Jesus  leads  the  army,  and  he's  sure  to  win  the 
day. 
When  we've  gain'd  the  victory, 
"We  shall  lay  the  armor  down. 

6.  We  shall  have  a  shout  in  glory,  when  we're  telling 

o'er  the  story, 
Now  we'll  keep  ourselves  all  ready,  soon  to  hail  the 

coming  King  ; 
Then  we'll  cross  over  Jordan, 
And  never  part  again. 

7.  There  will  be  the  crystal  river,  and  the  tree  of  life 

forever  — 
And  the  children  all  together  praising  God  and  the 

Lamb  — 
Shouting  hallelujah, 
With  a  pure  celestial  band. 


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NUMBER  TWENTY-TWO. 

Tune — Experience. 

1.  I  have  sought  round  the  verdant  earth  for  unfading 

joy; 

I  have  tried  every  source  of  mirth — but  all,  all  "will 

cloy. 
Lord,  bestow  on  me  grace  to  set  the  spirit  free, 
Thine  the  praise  shall  be — mine,  mine  the  joy. 

2.  I  have  wander' d  in  mazes  dark    of    doubt  and 

distress, 
I  have  not  had  a  kindling  spark  my  spirit  to  bless  ; 
Cheerless  unbelief  filled  my  laboring  soul  with  grief, 
What  shall  give  relief — what  shall  give  peace  ? 

3.  I  then  turned  to  thy  gospel,  Lord,  from  folly  away, 
I  then  trusted  thy  holy  word  that  taught  me  to  pray; 
Here  I  found  relief,  weary  spirit  here  found  rest — 
Hope  of  endless  bliss,  eternal  day. 

4.  I  will  praise  now  my  heavenly  King,  I'll  praise 

and  adore, 
The  heart's  richest  tribute  bring,  to  thee,  God  of 

power ; 
And  where  nought  can  cloy,  in  songs  of  everlasting 

j°y> 

Praise  shall  our  tongues  employ,  forevermore. 

o.  Hallelujah  through  heaven  shall  ring,  salvation  the 
theme, 


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Glory,  honor  and  praise  we'll  sing,  to  God  and  the 

Lamb  ; 
Crowns  of  glory  wear,palms  of  victory  we  shall  bear, 
Shouts  of  triumphs  there,  never  shall  end. 


NUMBER  TWENTY-THREE. 

Tune —  Triumph. 

1.  Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  roam, 
Bound  for  the  land  of  the  bright  world  to  come  ; 
Angelic  choristers,  welcome  me  on, 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 
Soon  shall  I  pass  from  this  dark  vale  of  woe, 
Home  to  the  land  of  the  righteous  I'll  go, 

Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  resting  at  home. 

2.  Friends  fondly  cherished,    now  sleep   in  the 

ground, 
But  they'll  awake  when  the  last  trump  shall 
sound ; 
Singing  to  cheer  me  as  upward  we  soar, 
Joyfully  meeting  our  Lord  in  the  air. 
Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  the  ear, 
Harps  of  the  blessed  your  voices  I'll  hear  ! 
Kinging  with  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 

3.  Death  with  his  weapons  of  war  has  laid  low,' 
Many  a  pilgrim  who  feared  not  the  blow ; 

Jesus  has  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb, 


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Joyfully,  joyfully,  will  they  come  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banished,  his  sceptre  be  gone  ; 

Joyfully,  then,  shall  I  witness  his  doom. 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


NUMBER  TWENTY-FOUR. 

Tune — Long  time  ago, 

1.  Jesus  died  on  Calvary's  mountain, 

Long  time  ago, 
And  salvation's  rolling  fountain 
Now  freely  flows ! 

2.  Once  his  voice  in  tones  of  pity, 

Melted  in  woe, 
And  he  wept  o'er  Judah's  city, 
Long  time  ago. 

3.  On  his  head  the  dews  of  midnight 

Fell,  long  ago  ; 
Soon  a  crown  of  dazzling  sunlight 
Sits  on  his  brow. 

4.  Jesus  died — yet  lives  forever, 

No  more  to  die — 

Bleeding  Jesus,  blessed  Saviour, 

Now  sits  on  high. 

5.  Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding; 

For  dying  men, 


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Soon  he'll  finish  all  his  pleading, 
And  come  again. 

6.  Budding  fig-trees  tell  that  summer 

Dawns  o'er  the  land, 
Signs  portend  that  Jesus'  coming 
Is  near  at  hand. 

7.  When  he  comes  a  voice  from  heaven 

Shall  pierce  the  tomb. 
"  Come  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
Children,  come  home." 


NUMBER  TWENTY-FIVE. 

1.  Come  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims, 

Just  listen  while  I  sing, 
The  glories  of  that  kingdom, 

And  Jesus  Christ,  our  King. 
Its  vast  extent  is  boundless, 

'T  will  spread  from  pole  to  pole, 
Where  God  his  unveiled  glory 

Shall  like  an  ocean  roll. 

Chorus — 0  !  wished  for  day, 

We'll  ever,  ever  pray, 

For  glory  bright  and  realms  of  light, 

To  spend  an  endless  day. 

2.  On  Eden's  plains,  Jerusalem 

From  heaven  shall  doscend, 
And  God  himself  shall  dwell  with  men 


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In  glory  ne'er  to  end. 
The  King  there  in  his  beauty, 

Enthroned  in  glory  bright, 
The  bride,  the  queen,  surround  him, 

In  spotless  robes  of  white. 

3.  The  people  all  are  righteous, 

The  heirs  of  Beulah's  land, 
The  branch  of  God's  own  planting, 

The  work  of  his  own  hand. 
There  patriarchs  and  prophets  too, 

Apostles,  martyrs,  stand, 
And  all  the  blood-besprinkled  host, 

From  every  age  and  land. 

4.  0  would  you  see  this  kingdom, 

And  in  its  glory  share, 
Xone  but  the  pure  and  holy 

Shall  ever  enter  there. 
The  final  trumpet  soon  will  sound 

That  brings  God's  saints  to  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  land  of  life, 

And  immortality. 

NUMBER  TWENTY-SIX. 

1.  "We're  looking  for  a  city 

When  Eden  is  restored, 
A  city  of  foundations 

Whose  builder  is  the  Lord. 
Whose  glories  are  unfading, 

Whose  beauties  are  untold, 


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32  ADVENT    HYMN    BOOK. 

Whose  walls  are  built  of  jasper, 
With  streets  of  finest  gold. 

Chorus — Oh  !  happy  day, 

We'll  never  from  thee  stray, 

0  !  glorious  sight,  'twill  be  delight 

Within  thy  walls  to  stay. 

2.  The  length  and  breadth  are  equal, 

Twelve  thousand  furlongs  square, 
And  naught  unclean  or  hateful 

Shall  ever  enter  there  ; 
The  kings  of  earth  their  glory 

And  honors  well  may  bring, 
Within  thy  massy  portals, 

Great  city  of  our  King. 

3.  No  need  of  any  temple, 

Or  sun  or  moon  to  shine, 
The  Lord  thee  will  enlighten, 

His  glories  are  sublime. 
The  nations  of  the  saved 

Shall  walk  in  glory  bright. 
With  Christ,  the  son  of  David, 

Thine  everlasting  light. 

4.  The  splendid  arches  glisten, 

Within  thy  sacred  dome, 
With  waters  clear  as  crystal 

Proceeding  from  the  throne. 
The  tree  of  life,  so  healing, 


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On  either  side  the  stream, 

Whose  branches  gently  waving 

Add  grandeur  to  the  scene. 

.   Come  all  ye  thirsty,  fainting — 

Drink  from  life's  cooling  stream, 
"Which  when  you  once  have  tasted 

You  ne'er  will  thirst  again. 
0  !  he  be  constrained  to  enter, 

Through  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Then  you  can  live  for  ever, 

In  realms  of  endless  day. 


NUMBER  TWENTY-SEVEN. 

1.  Lo,  down  in  this  beautful  valley, 

"Where  love  crowns  the  meek  and  tWlowly, 
Where  loud  storms  of  envy  and  folly 
May  roll  on  the  billows  in  vain. 

Chorus. 

0,  there,  there,  the  Lord  will  deliver, 
And  souls  drink  this  beautiful  river, 
Which  flows  peace  forever  and  ever, 
Where  love  and  joy  do  always  increase. 

2.  This  low  vale  is  far  from  contention, 
Xo  soul  there  can  harbor  dissension. 
No  dark  wiles  of  evil  invention, 
Belong  in  these  regions  of  peace. 


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3.  The  low  soul,  in  humble  subjection, 
Shall  there  find  unshaken  proetction, 
The  soft  gales  of  cheering  reflection, 
The  mind  soothes  in  sorrow  and  pain. 

4.  We'll  soon  leave  this  beautiful  valley, 
For  joys  far  surpassing  in  glory, 

And  dwell  with  the  meek,  pure  and  holy, 
Where  sin,  death,  and  raging  storms  cease 

5.  0,  there,  with  the  King  in  his  beauty, 
We'll  drink  wine,  and  eat  hidden  manna 
And  praise  God  forever  in  glory, 
While  love  and  joy  will  always  increase. 


NUMBER  TWENTY-EIGHT. 

Tune — BabeVs  Stream. 

1.  On  time's  tempestuous  ocean  wide, 

A  gallant  ship  set  sail ; 
And  out  into  the  raging  deep 

She  stood  before  the  gale ; 
Well  fitted  to  abide  the  storm, 

And  angry  waters'  foam, 
And  bring  the  captives  that  she  bore 

Unto  her  haven  home. 

2.  Long  was  to  be  her  voyage — the  time, 
Six  thousand  years  almost — 
Ere  she  would  make  the  highland  heights, 


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Along  the  heavenly  coast ; 
Yet  with  her  sails  expanded  wide, 

On,  on  she  swiftly  flew; 
Bearing  with  ardent  hope  and  love 

Her  passengers  and  crew. 

3.  Oft  tempests  have  assailed  her  round, 

And  stormy  winds  rose  high ; 
And  dark  have  been  the  mountain  waves, 

That  bore  her  to  the  sky ; 
But  o'er  them  all,  with  steady  helm, 

She  onward  pressed  her  way  ; 
Her  compass  true  unto  the  pole, 

Guides  her  to  endless  day. 

4.  Long,  long  she  has  been  out,  and  now 

She  nears  her  haven  home ; 
A  beacon  light  hangs  o'er  her  bow, 

And  bids  her  thither  come. 
And  voices  joyful  oft  are  heard, 

And  music  swelling  high  ; 
The  land  !  the  land  !  the  land  ahead  ! 

With  rapture  now  they  cry. 

5.  Now  soon  will  she  be  safely  moor'd 

And  anchor 'd  in  the  bay  ; 
And  all  her  passengers,  on  shorh, 

Will  keep  a  festal  day ; 
And  long  their  songs  of  joy  will  rise, 

Beneath  high  heaven's  dome — 
They've  pass'd  the  stormy  sea  of  time — 

They've  reach'd  their  haven  home. 


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NUMBER  TWENTY-NINE. 

1.  0  how  I  long  to  see  that  day 

When  the  redeem' d  shall  come 
To  Zion,  clad  in  white  array — 
Their  blissful,  happy  home. 

Chorus — 0  carry  me  home,  carry  me  home 
To  Mount  Zion ! 
Then  carry  me  home  to  that  city  of  love, 
Where  saints  and  angels  dwell. 

2.  To  hear  the  alleluias  roll 

From  the  unnumber'd  throng ; 
The  kingdom  spread  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  join  redemption's  song. 

3.  To  see  all  Israel  safe  at  home, 

Singing  in  Zion's  height ; 
And  Jesus  crown'd  upon  his  throne ; 
Creation  own  his  right. 

4.  All  hail !  the  morn  of  glory's  nigh, 

The  pilgrim  longs  to  see, 
That  dries  the  tear  from  every  eye — 
Creation's  jubilee  ! 

5.  Jerusalem  I  long  to  see, 

,  Blest  city  of  my  King  ! 

And  eat  the  fruit  of  Life's  fair  tree, 
And  hear  the  blood-wash'd  sing  ! 


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6.  My  longing  heart  cries  out :  0,  come  ! 
Creation  groans  for  thee  ! 
The  weary  pilgrim  sighs  :  0,  come  ! 
Bring  Immortality  ! 


NUMBER  THIRTY. 

1.  It  is  the  hour  of  Time's  farewell, 
And  soon  with  Jesus  we  shall  dwell ; 
The  speeding  moments  hasten  on, 
And  quickly  they  will  all  be  gone  ! 

Chorus. 
I'm  going,  I'm  going — I'm  on  my  journey  home ; 

I'm  travelling  to  a  city  just  in  sight ! 
Yes,  I'm  going,  I'm  going — I'm  on  my  journey  home  ; 

I'm  travelling  to  the  new  Jerusalem  ! 

2.  Then  will  the  sleeping  saints  come  forth, 
Who  lie  entomb'd  in  sea  and  earth ; 
And  robed  in  Immortality, 
Their  Jesus  "  face  to  face  "  will  see. 

3.  The  living  saints — they  too  will  be 
Remember'd  in  the  Jubilee  ; 
Caught  up  together  in  the  air, 

Their  Saviour's  triumph  they  will  share. 

4.  Poor  sinners,  where,  where  will  you  hide  ? 
How  can  you  floods  of  fire  abide  ? 

Oh  !  if  you  would  salvation  share, 
For  that  great  day  prepare  !  prepare  ! 
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38  ADVENT   HYMN    BOOK. 

NUMBER  THIRTY-ONE. 

1.  The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet  now, 

Is  not  the  pearl  for  me ; 
Its  beauty  fades  as  quickly  too 

As  sunshine  on  the  sea ; 

But  there's  a  pearl  sought  by  the  wise, 

It's  call'd  the  pearl  of  greatest  price ; 
Though  few  its  value  see. 

0,  that's  the  pearl  for  me, 

0,  that's  the  pearl  for  me, 

0,  that's  the  pearl  for  me. 

2.  The  crown  that  decks  the  monarch  now, 

Is  not  the  crown  for  me  ; 
It  dazzles  but  a  moment  too, 

Its  brightness  soon  will  flee  ; 
But  there's  a  crown  prepared  above, 
For  all  who  walk  in  humble  love, 

Forever  bright  'twill  be. 

0,  that's  the  crown  for  me,  &c. 

3.  The  hope  that  sinners  cherish  now, 

Is  not  the  hope  for  me ; 
Most  surely  will  they  perish  too, 

Unless  from  sin  made  free ; 
But  there's  a  hope  which  rests  in  God, 
And  leads  the  soul  to  keep  his  word, 

And  sinful  pleasures  flee. 

0,  that's  the  hope  for  me,  &c. 

4.  The  road  that  many  travel  now, 

Is  not  the  road  for  me  ; 


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It  leads  to'death  and  sorrow,  too, 

In  it  I  would  not  be. 
But  there's  a  road  that  leads  to  God, 
'Tis  mark'd  by  Christ's  most  precious  blood, 

The  way  for  all  is  free, 

0,  that's  the  road  for  me,  &c. 


NUMBER  THIRTY-TWO. 

1.  List,  ye  mortals  !  hear  the  sound 

That  calls  you  to  prepare. 
Hear  creation  groaning  round, 

In  sighs  of  deep  despair ! 
See  the  nations  in  distress, — 

Monarchs  look  with'  anxious  eye, 
Of  all  their  hopes  they  are  bereft, 

0,  haste  !  the  Judgment's  nigh  ! 

2.  Mark  !  the  signs  have  all  pass'd  by 

That  speak  the  Conqueror  near; 
Soon  you'll  see  with  your  own  eye 

The  Lord  of  lords  appear, 
In  a  cloud  of  glory  bright, 

Seated  on  his  dazzling  throne  ; 
Myriads,  clad  in  spotless  white, 

Surround  the  Mighty  One. 

3.  Say,  poor  sinner,  can  you  stand 

Before  him  in  that  day  ? 
Can  you  raise  yonr  puny  hand 
Or  lift  your  voice  and  say 


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I  was  not  kindly  warned  by 

His  faithful  watchmen  and  his  word  ? 
Ah,  you  heeded  not  their  cry, — 

God's  warning  was  deferred. 

4.  Then  you'll  stand  in  black  despair ; 

Remorse  will  shroud  your  heart ; 
Sins  forgotten  will  appear, 

And  poignant  grief  impart. 
Come,  then,  lay  your  scoffing  by, 

Ere  the  day  of  mercy's  past, 
And  you  in  horror  stand  and  cry — 

I'm  doomed  to  die  at  last ! 


NUMBER  THIRTY-THREE. 
Tune — I  Love  the  Holy  Son  of  God. 

1.  I  love  the  holy  Son  of  God, 
Who  once  this  vale  of  sorrow  trod, 
Who  bore  my  sins,  a  dreadful  load, 

Up  Calvary's  gloomy  mountain ; 
There  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
The  sport  of  many  an  impious  tongue, 
While  pain  extreme  his  nature  wrung, 

And  flowed  life's  crimson  fountain. 

2.  The  sun  would  not  behold  the  scene, 
But  round  him  threw  night's  sable  screen ; 
Nature  was  robed  in  mourning  mein, 

And  sighed  when  Jesus  suffered. 
But  ah  !  his  persecutors  stood, 


ADVENT   HYMN   BOOK.  41 

Reviling  Christ,  the  Son  of  God, 
Unmoved  to  see  his  gushing  blood, 
And  shocking  insults  offered. 

.  How  ardent  ought  my  love  to  be 
To  him  who's  done  so  much  for  me ; 
My  constant  service,  faithful,  free — 

And  all  my  powers  employing. 
I  should  my  cross  with  pleasure  bear, 
And  place  my  all  of  glorying  there, 
In  his  reproach  most  gladly  share 

In  tribulation  joying. 

.  And  never  shall  it  be  concealed, 
He  hath  to  me  his  love  revealed, 
Of  all  my  sins  a  pardon  sealed — 

I  feel  his  blessed  favor ; 
In  him  I  do  and  will  rejoice  ; 
I'll  praise  him  with  a  cheerful  voice, 
Until  the  theme  my  tongue  employs 

In  realms  of  bliss  forever. 


NUMBER  THIRTY-FOUR. 

Tune — Missionary  Hymn. 

1.  There  we  shall  reign  with  Jesus, 

On  that  delightful  shore, 
And  shout  with  the  redeemed, 

Our  trials  being  o'er ; 
The  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

The  weary  are  at  rest; 


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Then,  we  shall  reign  with  Jesus, 
Eternal  ages  blest. 

2.  We  shall  be  like  the  angels, 

In  that  immortal  throng; 
And  shouting  his  salvation 

Shall  be  our  lasting  sons; ; 
They  sing  creating  goodness, 

And  we  redeeming  love, 
And  this  shall  be  our  service 

While  endless  ages  move. 

3.  This  love,  so  freely  flowing — 

It  animates  the  heart, 
This  love  is  still  abounding 

In  every  place  and  part ; 
Unites  us  all  together, 

And  makes  us  of  one  soul ; 
It  is  the  balm  of  Grilead, — 

It  makes  the  wounded  whole 

4.  This  love  through  endless  ages 

It  ever  is  the  same ; 
'Tis  this  our  heart  engages 

To  love  and  serve  the  Lamb. 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  bounded, 

Though  faith  and  hope  should  cease  ; 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  ended, 

But  ever  will  increase. 

5.  Come  on  my  loving  brethren, 

The  land  is  just  before  ; 


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The  harvest-field  is  ripening, 

The  conflict  almost  o'er . 
0  let  us  all  be  humble, 

Be  watching  unto  prayer  ; — 
Without  a  wedding  garment 

You'll  never  enter  there. 


'       NUMBER  THIRTY-FIVE. 

Tune — The  Lord  will  Provide. 

1.  Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  all  shall  fail  and  foes  all  unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us  whatever  betide, 
The  promise  assures  us  the  Lord  will  provide. 

2.  His  call  we'll  obey,  like  Abraham  of  old, 

We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold  ; 
For  though  we  are  strangers  we  have  a  sure 

guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers  the  Lord  will  provide. 

3.  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  the  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we'll  triumph  by  faith; 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  though  oft  he  hastry'd, 
This  heart-cheering  promise,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

4.  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain ; 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have  try 'd, 
This  answers  all  questions, the  Lord  will  provide. 


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5.  No  strength  of  our  own  or  goodness  we  claim, 
Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus'  own  name  ; 
In  this  our  strong  Tower  for  safety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

6.  When  time  sinks  away  and  the  land  heaves  in 

view, 
The  word   of  his   grace  shall  guide    us    safe 

through ; 
Nor  fearing,  nor  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our 

side,  [vide. 

We  then  shall  rise  shouting,  the  Lord  will  pro- 


NUMBER  THIRTY- SIX. 

1.  There  is  a  world  of  peace  and  pleasure, 

Faith  can  discern, 
Where  lies  my  best,  my  dearest  treasure, — 

There's  where  my  heart  doth  turn, 
Here  o'er  this  ruin'd,  dark  creation, 

Sadly  I  roam ; 
Still  longing  for  the  great  salvation, 

And  for  my  own  bless 'd  home. 

Chouus. — All  the  world  is  dark  and  dreary, 
Every  where  I  roam  ; 
0,  pilgrims,  how  my  heart  grows  weary, 
Far  from  my  own  blessed  home. 

2.  There  are  those  'mansions  full  of  glory, 

By  Christ  prepared, 


ADVENT   HYMN   BOOK.  45 

Where  we'll  recount  the  wondrous  story, 

Why  joys  divine  are  shared. 
Then  all  the  sons  of  God  united, 

Joyful  will  sing ; 
0  what  a  shout  from  souls  delighted, 

All  heav'n  and  earth  will  ring  ! 

3.  Still  best  of  all  to  see  my  Saviour, 

There  on  the  throne, 
Smiles  shouting  forth  his  love  and  favor, 

And  meeting  all  his  own. 
When  shall  we  hear  that  voice  inviting, 

"  Ye  blessed  come?" 
When  shall  we  joyful  there  uniting, 

Praise  God  that  we're  at  home  i 


NUMBER  THIRTY-SEVEN. 

Tune — Midnight  Hour. 

1.  The  Midnight  Cry  in  mercy  sounds, 

The  faithful  watchman  lifts  his  voice  ; 
Its  thrilling  tones  re-echo  round, 

To  bid  the  saints  rejoice , 
Then  virgins  rise,  break  forth  and  sing 
The  glorious  Advent  of  your  King  ! 

The  Midnight  Cry  in  mercy  sounds, 
Go  forth  to  meet  your  Lord  ! 

2.  Blow  !  Watchman — blow  a  certain  sound 

For  dark  and  dangerous  is  the  night, 
And  daring  scoffers  thicken  round — 
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46  ADVENT   HYMN   BOOK. 

The  evil  servants  smite : 
The  faithful  ones  who  watch-care  keep. 
With  lamps  well  trimm'd — nor  can  they  sleep. 

The  Midnight  Cry  in  mercy  sounds, 

Go  forth  to  meet  your  Lord  ! 

3.  Tho'  midnight  hour,  God's  word  sheds  light ; 

Its  brilliant  rays  dispel  the  gloom ; 
The  pilgrim's  pathway  now  grows  bright — 

The  King  is  coming  soon. 
Then  tune  your  harps  once  more  and  sing 
Your  sweetest  strains  to  Zion's  King. 

The  Midnight  Cry  in  mercy  sounds, 
Go  forth  to  meet  your  Lord  ! 

4.  Behold  !  he  comes — the  mighty  One — 

Ye  virgins,  rise  !  go  forth  and  meet ! 
Dry  up  your  tears  !  the  Bridegroom  comes, 

His  weeping  bride  to  greet. 
The  trumpet  sounds — the  day  has  broke — 
The  living  changed — the  dead  awoke, 

To  blend  their  songs  in  gushing  strains.. 
All  hail !  Messiah  reigns ! 


NUMBER  THIRTY-EIGHT. 

Tune — The  Proclamation. 

1.  Hear  the  glorious  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Hear  the  glorious  proclamation 
Of  the  Saviour  near. 


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Chorus. — While  the  choir  of  angels, 
While  the  choir  of  angels, 
While  the  choir  of  angels, 
Shall  be  chanting  through  the  air. 

2.  Hark  !  the  tidings  onward  rolling, 
Jesus  comes,  the  world  controlling  ! 
Hark  !   the  tidings  onward  rolling, 
Jesus  comes  to  reign. 

3^  See  the  "  sign  "   in  heaven  appearing, 
And  the  blazing  chariot  nearing, 
See  the  "  sign"  in  heaven  appearing, 
And  the  Saviour  there. 

4.  See  the  earth  in  terror  shaking, 
And  the  dead  to  life  awaking, 
See  the  earth  in  terror  shaking, 

And  the  dead  arise. 

5.  Now  on  wings  of  light  ascending, 
With  a  shining;  host  attending  ; 
Now  on  wings  of  light  ascending, 

Mount  up  to  the  skies. 

6.  See  the  banner  waves  in  glory, 
While  ten  thousand  tell  the  story, 
See  the  banner  waves  in  glory, 

And  the  saints  all  there. 

7.  They  are  saved  from  death  forever, 
Praise  to  Him  who  did  deliver, 
They  are  saved  from  death  forever, 

And  die  no  more. 


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NUMBER  THIRTY-NINE. 

1.  Rise  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  : 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

To  heaven  thy  destined  place. 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay, 

The  Lord  will  soon  this  earth  renew, 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepared  for  you. 

2.  Fly  me,  riches,  fly  me,  cares, 

While  I  that  coast  explore  : 
Flatt'ring  world,  with  all  thy  snares, 

Solicit  me  no  more. 
Pilgrims,  fix  not  here  your  home, 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night : 
When  the  last  great  morn  shall  come, 

We'll  rise  to  joyful  light ! 

3.  Come,  my  brethren,  face  the  storm, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  : 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given  ; 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  renew 'd  and  heaven. 

NUMBER  FORTY. 

1.  The  great  tremendous  day's  approaching, 
That  awful  scene  is  drawing  nigh ; 


ADVENT    HYMN    BOOK.  49 

Was  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 

Decreed  from  all  eternity. 
But  0,  my  soul,  reflect  and  wonder  ! 

That  awful  scene  is  drawing  near, 
When  you  shall  see  the  great  transaction, 

When  Christ  in  judgment  shall  appear. 

2.  See  nature  stand  ail  in  amazement, 

To  hear  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound  • 
Arise,  ye  dead,  and  come  to  judgment, 

Ye  nations  of  the  world  around  ! 
Loud  thunders  rumbling;  thro'  the  concave, 

Bright  forked  lightnings  part  the  skies ; 
The  heavens  are  shaking,  the  earth  is  quaking, 

The  gloomy  sight  attracts  mine  eyes.     > 

3.  Green  turfy  grave-yards  and  tombs  of  marble, 

Give  up  their  dead,  both  small  and  great ; 
See  the  whole  world,  both  saints  and  sinners, 

Are  coming  to  the  judgment-seat. 
See  Jesus  on  the  throne  of  justice, 

Comes  thund'ring  down  the  parted  skies, 
With  countless  armies  of  shining  angels, 

With  hallelujahs  shout  for  joy. 

4.  Bright  shining  streams  from  his  awful  presence, 

His  face  ten  thousand  suns  outshine  ; 
Behold  him  coming  in  power  and  glory, 

To  meet  him  all  his  saints  combine. 
Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  with  speed  like  lightning, 

Call  in  my  saints  from  distant  lands, 
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ADVENT   HYMN    BOOK. 


Those  that  my  blood  from  sin  has  ransom'd, 
Whose  names  in  life's  fair  book  do  stand. 

5.  0  come,  ye  blessed  of  my  father, 

The  purchase  of  my  dying  love  ; 
Receive  the  crowns  of  life  and  glory, 

Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above. 
For  you,  my  saints,  which  have  continued 

With  me  and  my  temptations  bore, 
I  have  provided  for  you  a  kingdom, 

To  reign  with  me  forever  more. 

6.  There's  flowing  fountains  of  living  water  ; 

No  sickness,  pain,  nor  death  to  fear  ; 
No  sorrow,  sighing,  no  tears  nor  weeping 

Shall  ever  have  admittance  there. 
But  how  will  sinners  stand  and  tremble, 

Wrhen  justice  calls  them  to  the  bar  ! 
Those  that  reject  his  offcr'd  mercy. 

Their  everlasting  doom  to  hear. 


NUMBER  FORTY-ONE. 

Tune—  The  Old  Israelites,  12,  9. 

1.  The  old  Israelites  knew  what  it  was  they  must  do? 

If  fair  Canaan  they  would  possess, 
They  must  still  keep  in  sight  of  the  pillar  of  light, 
Which  led  on  to  the  promised  rest. 

2.  The  camps  on  the  road  could  not  be  their  abode. 

But  as  oft  as  the  trumpet  should  blow, 


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They  all,  glad  of  a  chance  of  a  further  advance, 
Must  then  take  up  their  baggage  and  go. 

3.  Now  the  cross-bearing  throng  are  advancing  along, 

And  a  closer  communion  doth  flow  ; 
Now  all  who  would  stand  on  the  promised  land, 
Let  them  leave  all  their  baggage  and  go. 

4.  What  though  some  in  the  rear  preach  up  terror 

and  fear, 
And  complain  of  the  trials  they  meet ; 
Though  the  giants  before  with  great  fury  do  roar, 
I  am  resolved  I  will  never  retreat. 

5.  We  are  little,  'tis  true,  and  our  numbers  are  few, 

And  the  sons  of  old  Anak  are  tall ; 
But  while  I  see  a  track  I  will  never  give  back, 
But  go  on  at  the  risk  of  my  all. 

6.  Now  the  morning  doth  dawn  for  the  camps  to  move 

on, 

And  the  priests  with  the  trumpets  do  blow  ; 
As  the  priests  give  the  sound  and  the  trumpets  re- 
sound, 

All  my  soul  is  exulting  to  go. 

7.  On  Jordan's  near  side  I  can  never  abide, 

For  no  place  of  refuge  I  see, 
Till  I  come  to  the  spot,  and  inherit  the  lot,' 
Which  the  Lord  will  then  give  unto  me. 

S.  If  I  am  faithful  and  true,  and  my  journey  pursue 
Till  I  stand  on  the  heavenly  shore, 


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I  shall  joyfully  see  what  a  blessing  to  rae? 
Was  the  mortifying  cross  which  I  bore. 

NUMBER  FORTY-TWO. 

Tune —  Triumph. 

1.  Lonely  and  weary,  by  sorrows  oppressed, 
Onward  we  hasten  with  longings  for  rest, 
Bidding  adieu  to  the  world  and  its  pride, 
Longing  to  dwell  by  Immanuers  side. 
But  'raid  our  pilgrimage,  lo  !  on  our  eyes 
Visions  of  beauty  and  glory  arise — 
Visions  of  crowns  which  we  hope  soon  to  wear* 
Visions  of  heaven — O !  we  long  to  be  there. 

2.  There  is  the  city,  in  splendor  sublime, 
O,  how  its  turrets  and  battlements  shine  ! 
Pearls  are  its  portals,  surpassingly  bright, 
Jasper  its  walls,  and  the  lamb  is  the  light. 
Pathways  of  gold  that  blest  city  adorn, 
Glitt'ring  with  glory  far  brighter  than  morn ;. 
Angels  stand  beck'ning  us  onward,  to  share 
Glory  unfading — we  long  to  be  there. 

3.  Rivers  are  gliding  'mid  unfading  trees: 
Songs  of  the  bless'd  are  borne  on  the  breeze  ; 
Glory-gilt  mountains,  resplendent  arc  seen, 
Valleys  and  hills,  clad  in  Eden-like  green. 
There  shall  the  glory  of  God  ever  be, 
Filling  the  earth  as  the  waves  fill  the  sea; 
There  shall  the  ransomed,  immortal  and  fail \ 
Evermore  dwell — O  !  we  long  to  be  th< 


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4.  There  is  the  home  of  the  pure  and  the  blest, 
There  shall  the  weary  be  ever  at  rest : 
There  shall  life's  trials  and  sorrows  be  o'er, 
There  shall  the  gather' d  ones  part  nevermore  ; 
There  shall  the  blest  be  from  death  ever  free, 
There  their  Redeemer  in  glory  they'll  see ; 
Crowns  of  bright  glory  forever  they'll  wear ; 
O,  to  be  with  them  ! — we  long  to  be  there. 


NUMBER  FORTY-THREE. 

1.  "  Are  we  almost  there,  are  we  almost  there  "r" 
Said  the  weary  saint  as  he  sighed  for  home ; 
Can  you  see  that  golden  city  fair, 

With  its  towering  walls  and  sparkling  domes  ? 

2.  "  Are  we  almost  there,  are  we  almost  there  ?" 
Has  the  tree  of  life  appeared  in  sight, 

With  its  silvery  fruit  and  healing  leaves, 
With  the  goodly  box  and  the  pine  and  the  fir  ? 

3.  Can  you  see  that  stream,  as  it  glides  between 
The  tree  of  life,  clear  and  serene  ? 

Yes,  we're  almost  there,  and  the  city  bright, 
Has  hove  in  view  with  the  mount  of  delight. 

4.  Then  lift  up  your  heads,  ye  desponding  saints, 
The  Lord  will  come,  you  need  not  faint, 

For  you  shall  pass  from  this  world  of  strife 
To  that  city  fair,  and  the  tree  of  life. 


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5.  Then  lift  up  your  hearts,  rejoice  and  be  gladr 
For  in  that  bright  world  you'll  never  be  sad, 
For  the  Lord's  own  hand  shall  wipe  from  thy  face 
The  last  lone  tear  as  he  speaks  to  thy  peace. 

NUMBER  FORTY-FOUR. 

Tune — Emmons.     C.  M- 

2.  A  stranger  in  this  land  of  woe, 
I  long  have  wandered  here  ; 
A  treasure  has  my  Bible  been* 
It  speaks  my  Jesus  near. 

2.  To  Daniel  God  by  Gabriel  gave 
The  three  times  and  a  part ; — 
Two  thousand  and  three  hundred  daysv 
And  showed  him  where  they  start. 

8.  The  thirteen  hundred  thirty- five, 
When  in  his  lot  he'd  stand  ; 
And  with  the  saints  of  the  Most  High 
Possess  the  promised  land. 

4.  I  looked  for  him  in  forty-three, 

For  so  1  read  his  word  ; 
I  looked  again  in  forty- four, 
But  hope  was  long  deferr'd. 

5.  rTis  eighteen  hundred  fifty-four 

I'm  looking  for  him  still ; 
In  Eighteen  Hundred  Fifty-four 
His  promise  he'll  fulfill. 


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6.  0  then  with  patience  let  me  waity 
Not  long  the  way,  though  drear ; 
For  in  his  own  appointed  time 
He  surely  will  appear. 

NUMBER  FORTY-FIVE, 

1.  0,  Lord  !  hasten  the  time 

Of  freedom  from  woe  and  sin, 
Let  David's  son  on  his  royal  throne 

His  reign  of  mercy  begin. 
Pilgrims  here  wre  roam, 

Oppressed  by  many  a  care, 
We  long  to  be  from  trouble  free, 

And  the  joys  of  angels  share. 

Chorus — O,  Lord  !  hasten  the  time, 
Speed  on  the  joyous  day 
Jesus,  we  cry,  descend  from  on  high, 
Thus  we  daily  pray. 

2.  All  over  the  land 

There's  sorrow,  sickness  and  death  ; 
Man's  plaintive  cries  each  hour  arise, 

And  thus  he  yields  his  breath. 
A  curse  is  on  the  ground 

And  a  poison  in  the  air, 
O,  well  may  we  long  to  be  free, 

And  long  for  a  world  that's  fair. 

3.  Yes,  long  for  the  day, 

When  Satan's  reign  shall  be  o'er5 


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And  peace  and  joy  without  alloy- 
Be  scattered  from  shore  to  shore. 

Then  deserts  shall  rejoice, 
And  blossom  as  Eden  fair, 

While  vine-clad  hills  and  leaping  rills 
Shall  praise  to  Immanuel  bear. 

NUMBER  FORTY-SIX. 

1.  There's  a  good  time  coming,  it  hasteth  nigh, 
When  the  Pilgrim  shall  be  blessed  ; 

When  Christ  shall  reign  o'er  all  the  earth, 
And  give  the  promised  rest. 

Chorus — Then  hasten,  Lord,  hasten 

The  glorious  day,  [dom,Oh  Lord, 

When  the  saints  shall  possess  thy  king- 
And  thy  will  on  earth  be  done. 

2.  There's  a  good  time  coming,  when  the  curse 

shall  cease, 
And  the  Tree  of  Life  shall  grow ; 
When  the  earth  shall  blossom  in  Eden  bloom, 
And  the  healing  stream  shall  flow. 

3.  There's  a  good  time  coming,  a  glorious  day, 
When  the  righteous  millions  slain 

Shall  awake  to  immortality 
And  with  Christ  forever  reign. 

4.  There's  a  good  time  coming,  when  the  tyrant 

shall  cease, 
And  the  captive  shall  go  free, 


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When  Christ  shall  rule  in  righteousness 
And  judge  with  equity. 

5.  There's  a  good  time  coming,  when  the  meek 
shall  rejoice 

That  the  earth's  dread  night  is  o'er, 
And  sickness  and  death,  oppression  and  sin, 

Shall  be  feared  nor  felt  no  more. 


XOIBER  FORTY-SEVEN. 

1.  Awake  !   why  dwell  ye  in  the  dust  so  long  : 
Awake,  we  would  hear  the  rapturous  song  ; 
Awake,  awake  !  for  the  day  is  at  hand  ! 
Lo,  its  rising  glory  is  gilding  the  land ; 
Awake,  awake  !  and  yourselves  adorn 

To  greet  your  King  on  his  bridal  morn  ; 
Awake,  awake  !   and  your  voices  raise, 
And  surround  his  throne  with  your  songs  of  praise. 
O  those  anthems  of  praise  ! 

2.  Awake,  awake  !  There  are  crowns  prepared, 
And  joys  that  mortals  never  have  shared, 
And  sights  and  sounds  that  none  can  know^ 
While  they  dwell  in  this  world  of  sorrow  and  woe, 
There's  a  world  of  glory,  of  joy  and  bliss — 
There's  a  city  of  beauty  and  splendor  and  peace  r 
Lo  !   like  rainbows  woven  with  beams  of  mon^ 
Unfading  glories  its  courts  adorn, 

O  that  city  of  God  1 


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3.  For  the  weary  saint  there's  a  blessed  home — 
There's  a  glorious  mansion,  a  crown  and  a  throne  : 
There's  a  song  that  discord  never  shall  mar, 

For  none  but  the  blest  shall  its  melody  share  : 
A  song  as  sweet  as  a  seraph's  strain, 
And  as  loud  as  the  waves  of  the  ocean  main  ; 
And  loud  and  clear  shall  the  harmony  ring, 
When  the  slumbering  myriads  shall  wake  and  sing. 
O  !  That  rapturous  song  ! 

4.  Awake,  awake,  for  lo  !  tokens  appear. 
That  tell  us  the  King  in  his  beauty  is  near  ; 
Awake,  for  lo  !  on  the  eastern  skies, 

A  flood  of  glory  seems  to  arise  ; 
O  earth  !  rejoice  in  its  beaming  light, 
And  clap  your  glad  hands  at  the  joyful  sight. 
Before  the  Lord,  for  he  cometh  to  reign, 
And  the  ransomed  world  shall  be  his  domain. 
O  !  That  glorious  domain. 

NUMBER  FORTY-EIGHT. 
1.  Lo!  the  time  hastens  on,  soon  the  morning  will 
dawn, 
When  the  King  shall  in  glory  descend  :  t 
We  expect  soon  to  join  all  the  bright,  holy  throng, 

In  the  kingdom  that  never  shall  end. 

i 

Chorus. 

O,  Saviour  !  dear  Saviour  !  O,  Saviour,  come  ! 
Here  we  mourn  and  we  sigh,  and  we  still  ever  cry, 
Come  and  gather  the  faithful  home. 


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2.  All  the  prophets  of  old  saw  a  beautiful  world, 
And  they  looked  for  the  same  with  delight ; 

And  Apostles  have  told  of  a  city  of  gold, 
Where  the  Lamb  is  its  glorious  light. 
O,  Saviour,  &c. 

3.  O,  we  long  to  be  there*,  where  no  sorrow  or  care 
Can  disturb  that  sweet,  heavenly  rest, 

And  we  hope  soon  to  share  in  those  beauties  so  rare, 
In  reserve  for  the  good  and  the  blest. 
O,  Saviour,  &c. 

4.  Soon  our  friends  we  shall  meet,  and  our  lovely  ones 

greet, 
Who  so  long  have  been  slumb'ring  in  dust : 
'Twill  be  joyful  and  sweet,  when  salvation's  complete, 
To  unite  with  the  glad,  ransom'd  host. 
O,  Saviour,  &c. 

o.  Lo!  the  Bridegroom  is  near,sweetly  falls  on  the  ear, 
Rousing  up  all  the  virgins  who  sleep  : 

He  will  shortly  appear,  and  he'll  wipe  every  tear 
From  his  dear  mourning  children  that  weep. 
O,  Saviour,  &c. 


NUMBER  FORTY-NINE. 

1.  0  sinner,  mark  thy  fate  ! 

Soon  will  the  Judge  appear  ; 
And  then  thy  cries  will  come  too  late  ; 
Too  late  for  God  to  hear. 


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2.  Thy  day  of  mercy  gone, 

The  spirit  grieved  away, 
Thy  cup,  long  filling,  now  o'erflown, 
Demands  the  vengeful  day. 

3.  Thy  God,  insulted,  seems 

To  draw  his  glittering  sword  j 
And  o'er  thy  guilty  head  it  gleams, 
To  vindicate  his  word. 

4.  One  only  hope  I  see  ; 

Oh,  sinner,  seize  it  now, — 
The  blood  that  Jesus  shed  for  thee ! 
No  other  hope  hast  thou. 

NUMBER  FIFTY. 
Tune — Complaint.  L.  M. 

1.  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Who  lives  by  angels  now  adored  ; 
That  Jesus  who  once  died  for  me, 
Who  bore  my  sins  in  agony. 

2.  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  his  laws, 
Nor  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 

The  way  he's  gone  is  lined  with  blood  ; 
O  may  1  tread  the  steps  he  trod. 

3.  I'm  not  ashamed  his  name  to  bear, 
With  those  who  his  disciples  were ; 
Christian,  sweet  name  !  its  worth  I  view  ; 
O  may  I  wear  the  nature  too. 


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4.  Pm  not  ashamed  to  bear  my  cross, 
For  which  I  count  all  things  but  dross ; 
What'er  I'm  bid  to  do  or  say, 

When  Christ  commands,  I  will  obey. 

5.  Pm  not  ashamed  to  be  despised 
By  those  who  ne'er  religion  prized  ; 
Nor  will  I  prove  to  Christ  untrue, 
For  all  that  men  can  say  or  do. 

6.  This  world's  vain  honors  will  I  shun, 
The  narrow  way  to  life  I'll  run  ; 
That  this  at  last  my  boast  may  be, 
My  Saviour's  not  ashamed  of  me. 


NUMBER  FIFTY-OXE. 

The  Alarm. 

1.  We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling, 

In  a  grand  and  awful  time  ; 
In  an  age  on  ages  telling, 

To  be  living  is  sublime. 
Hark  !  the  waking  up  of  nations, 

Gog  and  Magog  to  the  fray  ; 
Hark  !  what  soundeth,  is  creation 

Groaning  for  its  latter  day  ? 

2.  Will  ye  play,  then,  will  ye  dally 

With  your  music  and  your  wine  ? 
Up  !   it  is  Jehovah's  rally  ! 

God's  own  arm  hath  need  of  thine* 


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Hark !  the  onset !  will  ye  fold  your 
Faith-clad  arms  in  lazy  lock  ? 

Up,  O  up,  thou  drowsy  soldier ; 
Worlds  are  charging  to  the  shock. 

3.  Worlds  are  charging — heaven  beholding, 

Thou  hast  but  an  hour  to  fight ; 
Now  the  blazoned  cross  unfolding, 

On — right  onward,  for  the  right. 
On  !  let  all  the  soul  within  you, 

For  the  truth's  sake  go  abroad  ! 
Strike  !  let  every  nerve  and  sinew 

Tell  on  ages — tell  for  God  ! 


NUMBER  FIFTY-TWO. 

Bay  of  Wonders. 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 
How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound  ! 

See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine  !" 
Gracious  Saviour, 

Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine  ! 


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3.  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature  shaken, 
By  his  looks  prepare  to  flee. 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4.  But  to  those  who  haYe  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "  Come  near,  ye  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  ; 

You  forever, 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 


NUMBER  FIFTY-THREE. 

Tune—  The  Crown.  .CM. 

1.  My  soul  is  happy  when  I  hear, 

The  Saviour  is  so  nigh, 
And  longs  to  see  his  sign  appear 
Upon  the  opening  sky. 

2.  I  love  to  wait,  and  watch  and  pray, 

And  trust  his  living  Word, 
And  feel  the  coming  of  that  day 
No  longer  is  deferred. 

3.  I  do  rejoice  that  life  was  given 

In  these  last  days  to  me, 
That  deathless  I  may  rise  to  heaven, 
And  my  Redeemer  see. 


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4.  Then,  waiting  brethren,  let  us  sing, 

He  will  not  tarry  long, 
And  fill  with  love  the  hours  that  bring 
The  glory  of  our  song. 

5.  Yes,  he  will  come,  no  longer  fear, 

Though  earth  and  hell  assail ; 
His  Word  attests  the  moments  near, 
And  that  can  never  fail. 

NUMBER  FIFTY-FOUR. 

Tune — Aylesbury.     S.  M. 

1.  And  will  the  judge  descend  ? 
And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes? 

2.  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away? 

3.  But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4.  Ye  sinners,  see  his  grace, 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 

Flee  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 


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NUMBER  FIFTY-FIVE. 

Tune — Boyhton* 

1.  In  expectation  sweet, 

"We'll  wait,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Till  Christ's  triumphal  car  we  meet, 
And  see  an  endless  day. 

2.  He  comes  !  the  Conqueror  comes  ! 

Death  falls  beneath  his  sword  ; 
The  joyful  prisoners  burst  the  tombs, 
And  rise  to  meet  their  Lord. 

3.  The  trumpet  sounds,  "  Awake  ! 
Ye  dead  to  judgment  come  !" 

The  pillars  of  creation  shake, 
While  man  receives  his  doom. 

4.  Thrice  happy  morn  for  those 
Who  love  the  ways  of  peace ; 

No  night  of  sorrow  e'er  shall  close, 
Or  shade  their  perfect  bliss. 

NUMBER  FIFTY-SIX. 

I 

Tune — Zion. 

1.  Lo  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ! 

Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Jesus  comes,  and  comes  to  reign. 


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2.  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ! 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierced,  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 

3.  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day — 

"  Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment !  come  away  l" 

4.  Yea,  amen  !  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Make  the  righteous  sentence  known, 

0  come  quickly — 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own. 


NUMBER  FIFTY-SEVEN. 

Tune — Hamburg.     L.  M. 

1.  Let  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high, 
Let  shouts  be  heard  through  all  the  sky ; 
Kings  of  the  earth  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2.  Almighty  God,  thy  power  assume, 
Who  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  ; 


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Jesus  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  slain, 
Forever  live,  forever  reign. 

3.  Now  must  the  rising  dead  appear, 
Now  the  decisive  sentence  hear ; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

NUMBER  FIFTY-EIGHT. 

Tune— Northfield.     C.  M. 

1.  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2.  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3.  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4.  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5.  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 


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They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6.  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

NUMBER  FIFTY-NINE. 
Tune — Old  Hundred.     L.  M. 

1.  Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 
All  heaven  reveres,  all  world's  obey ; 
Now  make  the  Saviour's  glory  known, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2.  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
Angels  submit  to  his  commands ; 
His  justice  shall  protect  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3.  With  power  he  vindicates  the  just, 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust ; 
His  righteous  government  shall  last 
Till  days,  and  years,  and  time  be  past* 

NUMBER  SIXTY. 

Tune — Complaint.     L.  M 

1.  Thy  kingdom  come  !  thus,  day  by  day, 
We  lift  our  hands  to  God  and  pray  ; 


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But  who  has  ever  duly  weighed 
The  meaning  of  the  words  he  said  ? 

2.  Thy  kingdom  come  !  0  day  of  joy, 
When  praise  shall  every  tongue  employ 
When  hatred,  strife  and  battles  cease, 
And  man  with  man  shall  be  at  peace. 

3.  Then  all  shall  know  and  serve  the  Lord, 
And  walk  according  to  his  word  ; 

His  glory  spread  around  shall  be, 
As  waters  cover  o'er  the  sea. 

4.  God's  holy  will  shall  then  be  done 
By  all  who  live  beneath  the  sun ; 
And  every  evil  will  remove, 

For  God  will  reign,  and  "  God  is  love." 

5.  0  joyful  day,  when  he  appears 
With  all  his  saints,  to  end  their  fears ; 
Our  Lord  will  then  his  right  obtain, 
And  in  his  kingdom  ever  reign. 

NUMBER  SIXTY-ONE. 

Tune — Kentucky.     S.  M. 

1.  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
Who  life  and  all  its  blessings  gave, 
My  love  for  him  to  try. 

2.  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 


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0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  master's  will. 

3.  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  0,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4.  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


NUMBER  SIXTY-TWO. 

1.  The  glorious  day  is  coming 

The  hour  is  rolling  on, 
Its  radiant  light  is  beaming, 

Resplendent  as  the  sun ; 
In  yon  bright  clouds  of  heaven 

The  Saviour  will  appear, 
And  gather  all  his  chosen, 

To  meet  him  in  the  air. 

2.  Then  fire,  from  God  descending, 

Shall  sweep  this  wide  earth  o'er, 
And  nations,  loud  lamenting, 

Shall  sink  to  rise  no  more. 
Though  tears  with  groans  are  blended, 

Yet  still  in  vain  they  cry  ; 
The  day  of  hope  is  ended, 

The  sinner  now  must  die. 


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3.  But  saints  shall  be  victorious, 

And  joy  to  meet  the  Lord  ; 
An  earth  more  bright  and  glorious, 

Is  promised  in  his  word. 
Our  God  himself  there  reigning, 

Shall  wipe  all  tears  away  ; 
Xo  clouds  or  night  remaining, 

But  one  eternal  day. 

4.  0,  Christian  !  wake  from  sleeping, 

And  let  your  works  abound ; 
Be  watching,  praying,  weeping, 

For  soon  the  trump  will  sound. 
0,  sinner  !  hear  the  warning, 

TO  JESUS  QUICKLY  FLY  ! 
Then  you  on  that  blest  morning, 

3Iay  meet  him  in  the  sky. 


NUMBER  SIXTY-THREE. 

Tune—  Turner.     CM. 

1.  When  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air, 

And  tempests  rend  the  skies  ; 
Whilst  blended  ruin,  clouds  and  fire, 
In  harsh  disorder  rise  ; 

2.  Safe  in  my  Saviour's  love  I'll  stand, 

And  strike  a  tuneful  song ; 
My  harp  all  trembling  in  my  hand, 
And  all  inspired  my  tongue. 


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3.  I'll  shout  aloud,  "  Ye  thunders  roll, 

And  shake  the  sullen  sky ! 
Your  sounding  voice,  from  pole  to  pole, 
In  angry  murmurs  try. 

4.  "  Let  the  earth  totter  on  her  base, 

And  clouds  the  heavens  deform ; 
Blow,  all  ye  winds,  from  every  place, 
And  rush  the  final  storm. 

5.  "  Come  quickly,  blessed  Lord  !  appear, 

Bid  thy  swift  chariot  fly ; 
Let  angels  tell  thy  coming  near, 
And  snatch  me  to  the  sky. 

6.  "  Around  thy  wheels  in  the  glad  throng 

I'd  bear  a  joyful  part ; 
All  hallelujah  on  my  tongue, 
All  rapture  in  my  heart." 

NUMBER  SIXTY-FOUR. 

Tune — Siloam.     C.  M. 

1.  What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun  ! 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age ; 
It  gives — but  borrows  none. 

2.  The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat : 
Its  truth  upon  the  nations  rise  ; 
They  rise — but  never  set. 


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3.  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4.  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

NUMBER  SIXTY-FIVE. 

Tune — Peterboro\     C  ,  M. 

1.  Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2.  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies ; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near ; 

Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 

Welcome  each  closing  year  ! 

3.  Not  many  months  their  round  shall  run, 

Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

NUMBER  SIXTY-SIX. 

Tune — Baler  ma.     CM, 

1.  How  long  shall  death  the  tyrant  reign, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  just ; 


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While  the  rich  blood  of  martyrs  slain 
Lies  mingled  with  the  dust ! 

2.  When  shall  the  tedious  night  be  gone  ? 

When  will  our  Lord  appear  ? 
Our  fond  desires  would  pray  him  down. 
Our  love  embrace  him  here. 

3.  Let  faith  arise  and  climb  the  hills, 

And  from  afar  descry 
How  distant  are  his  chariot  wheels, 
And  tell  how  fast  they  fly. 

4.  We  hear  the  voice,  "  ye  dead  arise  !" 

And  lo,  the  graves  obey  ; 
And  waking  saints,  with  joyful  eyes, 
Salute  the  expected  day. 


NUMBER  SITXY-SEYEN. 

Tune — Dundee.     C.  M. 

1.  The  angel  comes;  he  comes  to  reap 

The  harvest  of  the  Lord  ! 
O'er  all  the  earth,  with  fatal  sweep, 
Wide  waves  his  flaming  sword. 

2.  And  who  are  they,  in  sheaves,  to  bide 

The  fire  of  vengeance,  bound  ? 
The  tares,  whose  rank,  luxuriant  pride 
Chokes  the  fair  crop  around. 


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3.  And  who  are  they,  reserved  in  store 

God's  treasure-house  to  fill  ? 
The  wheat,  a  hundred-fold  that  bore 
Amid  surrounding  ill. 

4.  0  King  of  mercy !  grant  us  power 

Thy  fiery  wrath  to  flee  ! 
In  thy  destroying  angel's  hour, 
0  gather  us  to  thee ! 

NUMBER  SIXTY-EIGHT. 

Tune — Coronation.     C.  M. 

1.  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2.  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"To  be  exalted  thus!" 
11  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3.  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  powSr  divine ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4.  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 


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5.  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


NUMBER  SIXTY-NINE. 
Tune — Thou  knowest  that  Hove  thee, 

1.  Hark  !  hark  !  hear  the  blest  tidings ; 

Soon,  soon,  Jesus  will  come, 
Robed,  robed,  in  honor  and  glory, 
To  gather  his  ransomed  ones  home. 

Chorus — Yes,  yes,  oh  yes, 

To  gather  his  ransomed  ones  home. 

2.  Joy,  joy,  sound  it  more  loudly, 

Sing,  sing  glory  to  God ; 
Soon,  soon  Jesus  is  coming — 
Publish  the  tidings  abroad. 

3.  Bright,  bright,  seraphs  attending, 

Shouts,  shouts,  filling  the  air; 
Down,  down,  swiftly  from  heaven, 
Jesus  our  Lord  will  appear. 

4.  Long,  long,  we  have  been  waiting, 

"Who,  who,  love  his  blest  name ; 
Now,  now,  we  are  delighting, 
Jesus  is  near  to  proclaim. 


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5.  Still,  still,  rest  on  the  promise, 
Cling,  cling,  fast  to  his  word ; 
Wait,  wait,  if  be  should  tarry, 
We'll  patiently  wait  for  the  Lord. 

Chorus — Yes,  yes,  oh  yes, 

We'll  patiently  wait  for  the  Lord. 


NUMBER  SEVENTY. 
Tune — The  Lord  will  Provide, 

1.  Begone,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear  ; 

By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2.  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  and  he  will  provide  ; 

Tho'  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  hath  spoken  will  surely  prevail. 

3.  His  love,  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think, 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  troubles  to  sink  ; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite  through 

4.  Being  willing  to  save,  he  watch' d  o'er  my  path, 
When  Satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported  with  death. 
And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me,  to  put  me  to  shame  ? 


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5.  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptations  or  pain  ?     He  told  me  no  less, 
The  heirs  of  salvation  I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation,  must  follow  their  Lord. 

6.  How  bitter  the  cup  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up,  that  sinners  might  live  ! 
His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than  mine  ! 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer,  and  shall  I  repine  ? 

7.  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food  ; 
Though  painful  at  pre  sent/ twill  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  0  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's  song. 


NUMBER  SEVENTY-ONE. 

Tune — Watchman  tell  us  of  the  night. 

1.  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 

Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory  beaming  star ! 

Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  fortell  ? 

Traveller  !  yes,  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2.  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 

Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends  ! 


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Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 

Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own, 
Sec,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3.  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  it  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  the  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 


NUMBER  SEVEXTY-TWO. 

Tune — Amazing  grace. 

1 .  Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2.  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear. 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believed. 

3.  Thro'  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 

'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 


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4.  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 
His  word  my  hope  secures  ; 

He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5.  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  time  shall  cease, 

I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6.  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 
The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 

But  God,  who  owns  us  here  below, 
Will  be  for  ever  mine. 

NUMBER  SEVENTY-THREE. 

Tune — Voice  of  Mercy. 

1.  Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ! 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word, 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee  ! 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ? 

2.  "  I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding,  heal'd  thy  wound ; 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3.  "  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare ; 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 


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4.  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5.  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  faith  is  done, 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me?" 

6.  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint, 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore ; 

0,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

NUMBER  SEVENTY-FOUR. 

The  Jubilee. 

1.  The  Gospel  Trumpet  has  been  blown, 
And  caused  poor  sinners  to  return 
To  Jesus  Christ  our  heavenly  King, 
To  join  and  shout  and  praise  and  sing, 

For  we  are  on  our  march  for  glory, 

We  will  sing  salvation  free, 
Yes,  we're  on  our  march  to  glory, 

Let  us  sound  the  Jubilee. 

2.  If  we  prove  faithful  to  the  end, 

We  shall  find  in  Christ  a  glorious  Friend, 
For  He,  who  guards  us,  watches,  keeps, 
He  never  slumbers,  never  sleeps, 
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For  the  Lord  is  in  the  desert, 
He  is  on  the  land  and  sea, 

Yes  the  Lord  is  in  the  desert, 
Let  us  sound  the  Jubilee. 

3.  May  we  obey  the  gracious  call, 
Of  him  whose  love  extends  to  all, 
He's  never  weary,  never  faint, 

He  hears  and  pities  each  complaint, 
For  He  knows  our  heart's  desires, 

"When  we  bend  the  humble  knee, 
Yes,  He  wipes  away  our  tears, 

And  He  gives  us  victory. 

4.  When  on  the  part  of  God  we  rise, 
We  take  the  cross  and  win  the  prize ; 
So  when  the  evening  shades  prevail 
Our  songs  of  triumph  shall  not  fail. 

*      Now  we're  on  our  way  to  heaven 
We  shall  sing  salvation  free, 
Now  we're  on  our  way  to  heaven, 
We  will  sound  the  Jubilee. 

5.  And  when  our  pilgrimage  is  o'er 
On  wings  of  triumph  may  we  soar, 
Where  floods  of  glory  ceaseless  roll, 
Where  beauties  charm  our  precious  souls. 

There  we'll  join  in  singing  praises 

To  Emanuel  our  King ; 
There  we'll  join  in  shouting  glory,  . 

Till  we  make  the  arches  ring. 


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NUMBER  SEVENTY-FIVE. 

1.  Come,  all  ye  sons  of  Zion, 
"Who  are  waiting  for  salvation, 
Have  your  lamps  trim' d  and  burning, 
For,  behold  the  prolamation, 
Saying,  All  things  now  are  ready 
For  the  poor  and  for  the  needy ; 

All  my  fatlings  now  are  kill'd, 
And  prepared  on  the  table. 

2.  0  what  a  happy  meeting, 
When  salvation  is  completed, 
And  tribulation's  ended, 

And  the  spotless  robe  prepared, 
For  the  Bride  to  be  adorn'd, 
In  the  jasper  wall  be  crowned, 
Saying,  Worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
In  the  new  Jerusalem. 

3.  0  sinners,  don't  be  doubting, 
While  the  sons  of  God  are  shouting ; 
Come  and  join  the  happy  army, 

And  there's  nothing  that  will  harm  you, 
If  you  follow  Christ  the  Saviour, 
And  break  off  your  bad  behavior, 
And  repent  and  be  converted, 
You  may  sing  his  praises  too. 

NUMBER  SEYEXTY-SIX. 

1.  When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  hosts  bestud  the  sky, 


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One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye ; 

Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  ev'ry  gem  ; 

But  one  alone,  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2.  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3.  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease ; 
And  thro'  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem 


NUMBER  SEVENTY-SEVEN. 

1.  The  last  lovely  morning, 

All  blooming  and  fair, 
Is  fast  onward  fleeting, 

And  soon  will  appear  ; 


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While  the  mighty  trump  sounds? 

^Come,  come  away!" 
0  !  let  us  be  ready 

To  hail  the  glad  day. 

"2.  And  when  that  bright  morning 

In  splendor  shall  dawn, 
Our  tears  will  be  ended, 

Our  sorrows  all  gone  ; 
While  the  mighty,  Sec. 

3.  The  Bridegroom  from  glory 
To  earth  shall  descend  ; 

Ten  thousand  bright  angels 
Around  him  attend. 
While  the  mighty,  &c. 

4.  The  graves  will  be  open'd, 
The  dead  will  arise, 

And  with  the  Redeemer 
Mount  up  to  the  skies, 
While  the  mighty,  &c. 


NUMBER  SEVENTY-EIGHT. 

Tune — Crossing  the  Alps. 
PART  FIRST. 
1.  Dear  brethren  and  sisters,  thou  poor  despised  band, 
Like  Christians  bear  your  trials, 
You  soon  shall  reach  the  land, 
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You  soon  shall  reach  the  land, 
Where  peace  shall  reign  forever 
In  Beulah's  happy  land. 

2.  The  sixth  seal  long  since  opened — the  earthquake 

marked  the  time, 

Earth  trembled  to  her  centre, 

The  sun  refused  to  shine, 

The  sun  refused  to  shine  ; 

The  tribulation  ended, 

That  reign  of  blood  and  crime. 

3.  See  nations  getting  angry — hark,  from  the  distant 

shore, 
Like  troubled  waters  surging, 
They  are  gathering  for  war, 
They  are  gathering  for  war, 
To  wage  the  final  conflict 
Of  cruel  bloody  war  ! 

4.  The  midnight  cry  is  sounding — the  Judge  of  earth 

draws  near, 
The  heavens  soon  will  open, 
The  great  white  throne  appear, 
The  great  white  throne  appear  ; 
The  nations  will  assemble, 
Their  final  doom  to  hear  ! 

5.  In  lingering  tones  of  mercy  now  sounds  the  mid- 

night cry, 
The  virgins  hail  with  rapture 
The  heavenly  bridegroom  nigh, 


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The  heavenly  bridegroom  nigh  ; 

With  lamps  well  trimmed  and  burning 
They  hail  redemption  nigh* 

PART  SECOND. 

6.  We  soon  shall  gain  our  Eden — and  sing  on  Zion's 

height, 
With  all  the  blood  washed  millions, 
In  spotless  robes  of  white, 
In  spotless  robes  of  white, 

And  waive  the  palm  of  victory, 
In  realms  of  endless  light. 

7.  There,  with  admiring  myriads,  we'll  join  to  shout 

and  sing, 
While  hills  break  forth  in  singing, 
Fair  Salem's  walls  will  ring, 
Fair  Salem's  walls  will  ring  I 
Throughout  eternal  ages 
We'll  praise  our  Grod  and  King. 

8.  There,  see  creation  blooming — sweet  fragrance  fills 

the  air, 
While  gushing  strains  of  melody 
Hang  trembling  in  the  air, 
Hang  trembling  in  the  air, 
Creation  blends  in  harmony 
God's  glory  to  declare. 

9.  The  land — the  land  is  nearing — where  joys  are  ever 

new, 
The  everlasting  kingdom, 


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The  city  is  in  view, 
The  city  is  in  view, 

"With  prophets,  saints  and  angels, 
God's  shining  retinne  ! 

10.  Blow,  blow  then  gentle  breezes — the  land  I  long 
to  see, 
And  hear  the  mighty  trumpet 
Proclaim  the  jubilee, 
Proclaim  the  jubilee ! 

O  come,  thou  mighty  Conqueror,. 
Bring  Immortality,. 

NUMBER  SEVENTY-NINE. 

Tune — Babylon  is  fallen*. 

1,  Hail  the  day  so  long  expected ; 

Hail  the  year  of  full  release  ; 
Zion's  walls  are  now  erected, 

And  her  watchmen  publish  peace. 
Through  the  Shiloh's  wide  dominion r 
Hear  the  trumpet  loudly  roar, 
Babylon  is  falling,  &c. 

2»  All  her  merchants  stand  with  wonder,. 

"  What  is  this  that  comes  to  pass," 
Murm'ring  like  the  distant  thunder, 

Crying,   "0,  alas  !  alas  !" 
Swell  the  sound,  ye  kings  and  nobles,. 
Priests  and  people,  rich  and  poor,, 
Babylon  is  falling,  &cu 


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3.  Sing  aloud,  ye  heavenly  choir, 
Shout  ye  followers  of  the  Lamb, 

See  the  city  all  on  fire, 

How  it  sinks  beneath  the  flame ! 
Now's  the  day  of  compensation, 

On  the  mystic,  drunk  with  gore  ; 
Babylon  is  falling,  &c, 

4.  Blow  the  trumpet  in  Mount  Zion5 
Christ  will  come  a  second  time, 

Ruling  with  a  rod  of  iron, 

All  who  now  as  foes  combine. 
Babel's  garments  we've  rejected, 

And  the  wedge  of  golden  ore ; 
Babylon  is  fatting,  &c. 

NUMBER  EIGHTY. 

Tune —  Caledonia. 

1.  Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise  ! 

Lo  !  your  Leader,  from  the  skies, 
Waves  before  you  glory's  prize, 

The  prize  of  victory! 
Seize  your  armour,  gird  it  on ! 
Now  the  battle  will  be  won  ! 
See  !   the  strife  will  soon  be  done  ; 

Then  struggle  manfully. 

2.  Jesus  conquered  when  he  fell, 
Met  and  vanquished  earth  and  hell ; 
Now  he  leads  you  on  to  swell 


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The  triumphs  of  the  cross. 
Though  all  earth  and  hell  appear, 
Who  will  doubt,  or  who  can  fear? 
"  God,  our  strength  and  shield,"  is  near; 

We  cannot  lose  our  cause. 

3.  Onward,  then,  ye  hosts  of  God 
Jesus  points  the  victor's  rod  ; 
Follow  where  your  Leader  trod  f 
You  soon  shall  see  his  face. 
Soon,  your  enemies  all  slain, 
Crowns  of  glory  you  shall  gain  ; 
Rise  to  join  that  glorious  train, 

Who  shout  their  Saviour's  praise, 

NUMBER  EIGHTY-ONE. 

Tune — Atonement. 

1.  Hail  heavenly  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man ; 
Hail  matchless,  free  eternal  grace 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place  * 

2.  Against  the  God  who  rules  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 
Despis'd  the  offers  of  his  grace, 

Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

3.  Enwrap'd  in  dark,  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 
Secure,  without  a  hiding  place. 


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4.  But  lo  1  the  eternal  counsel  ran, 
Almighty  love  arrest  the  man, 

I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 

5.  Eternal  justice  stood  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew, 

But  justice  cried  with  frowning  face. 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place. 

8.  But  lo  !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard,. 
And  mercy  to  my  soul  appear 'dy 
She  led  me  on  a  pleasing  pace 
To  Jesus  Christ  my  hiding  place. 

7.  Should  storms  of  sevenfold  thunder  roll. 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
No  thunder  bolt  would  daunt  my  face, 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place. 

8.  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most, 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast ; 
"Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding  place. 

NUMBER  EITHTY-TWO, 

Tune — Sherburne.     C.  M. 

■  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 


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2.  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3.  Dear  name,  the  Rock  on  which  we  build, 

Our  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
Our  never-failing  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4.  Jesus  our  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
Our  Lord,  our  life,  our  way,  our  end, 
Accept  the  praise  we  bring. 

5.  Weak  is  the  effort  of  each  heart, 

And  cold  our  warmest  thoughts, 
But  when  we  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
We'll  praise  thee  as  we  ought. 

NUMBER  EIGHTY-THREE. 

Tune — Cambridge.     C.  M. 

1.  Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 

His  mercy  speaks  to-day ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2.  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 


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,  But  he,  who  turns  to  God,  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace  : 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive, 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face, 

,  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

,  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts ! 

He  pardons  like  a  God ! 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults 

Through  our  Redeemer's  blood. 


NUMBER  EIGHTY-FOUR. 

Tune — Coronation,     C.  M, 

1.  All  hail  the  great  Immanuel's  name  1 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall  ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2.  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Praise  him  who  shed  for  you  his  bloody 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3.  Te  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace* 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all, 


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4.  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5.  Let  every  kindred — every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

9.  Oh  !  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
And  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


NUMBER  EIGHTY-FIVE. 

Tune — Heavenly  home, 

1.  Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear, 

Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  who  loves  us  to  the  end ; 

Forward  then  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below ; 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

2.  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 
Lay  to  take  us  unawares  ; 

Satan  with  malicious  art, 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart ; 


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But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 

Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be, 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child;  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

3.  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  we  have  within  ; 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  will  also  conquer  these  ; 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 


NUMBER  EIGHTY-SIX. 

Tune — Duke  street.     L.  M. 

1.  High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 

Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  \ 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  thy  just  and  wise  designs. 

2.  Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  \ 
Wise  as  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3.  0  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs, 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 


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4.  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

5.  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  our  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

NUMBER  EIGHTY-SEVEN. 

Tune— The  Jubilee.     C.  M. 

1.  What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 

Salvation  sounding  free  ; 
Ye  souls  in  bondage  lend  an  ear, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2.  How  sweetly  do  the  tidings  roll, 

All  round  from  sea  to  sea, 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3.  Good  news,  good  news,  to  Adam's  race, 

Let  Christians  all  agree, 
To  sing  redeeming  love  and  grace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4.  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery, 
And  bid  them  welcome  home  to  peace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee 


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5.  Jesus  is  on  his  mercy  seat, 

Before  him  bend  the  knee  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

6.  Sinners  be  wise,  return  and  come 

Unto  the  Saviour  free  ; 
The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

7.  Come,  ye  redeemed,  your  tribute  bring, 

With  songs  of  harmony  ; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 


NUMBER  EIGHTY-EIGHT. 

Tune — America*     C   M 

1.  Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 

The  prayer  we  offer  now : 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near, 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2.  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3.  Our  daily  bread  supply, 

While  by  thy  word  we  live ; 


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The  guilt  of  our  iniquity         / 
Forgive  as  we  forgive. 

4.  From  dark  temptation's  power 

Our  feeble  hearts  defend ; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5.  Thine,  then,  for  ever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine  ; 
The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine. 


NUMBER  EIGHTY-NINE. 

Tune— St.  Martin's.    C.  M. 

1.  0  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  soul  to  thee  ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

2.  When  on  my  aching  burdened  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart  > 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

3.  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
0  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day  ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 


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4.  When  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see  ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

5.  When  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death 

I  wait  thy  just  decree, 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

NUMBER  NINETY. 
Tune — Far  from  my  thoughts.     L.  M. 

1.  Far  from  our  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone ; 
Let  our  religious  hours  alone  ; 

Fain  would  our  eyes  our  Saviour  see  ; 
We  wait  a  visit,  Lord !  from  thee. 

2.  Oh  !  warm  our  hearts  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindle  there  a  pure  desire  ; 
Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  love. 

3.  Blest  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4.  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  ; 
Thy  glorious  name  shall  be  adored, 
And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord, 


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NUMBER  NINETY-ONE. 

Tune— Mear.     C.  M. 

1.  Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

Our  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  we  will  direct  our  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  our  eye. 

2.  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

3.  Before  thy  throne  we'll  humbly  fall, 

And  all  our  troubles  bring ; 
On  thee  alone  for  help  we'll  call, 
Our  righteous  God  and  King. 

4.  0  may  thy  Spirit  guide  our  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  our  face. 

5.  The  men,  who  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  see  their  hopes  fulfilled ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compass  them 
With  favor  as  with  a  shield. 


NUMBER  NINETY-TWO. 

Tune—  Buckfield.    L.  M. 

1.  When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell, 
What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell ; 


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Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too. 

2.  0  may  my  spirit  daily  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
Till  I  shall  make  my  last  remove, 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  love. 

3.  In  paradise,  within  thy  gates, 
An  higher  entertainment  waits ; 
Fruits  new  and  old,  laid  up  in  store, 
There  we  shall  feed — but  want  no  more. 

4.  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

5.  Come,  my  beloved,  haste  away, 
Cut  short  the  hours  of  thy  delay ; 
Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 
Over  the  hills  where  spices  grow. 


NUMBER  NINETY-THREE. 

Tune— I  Will  Return. 

1.  Angels  come,  0  come  away; 
Waiting  spirits  do  not  stay  ; 
Bear,  0  bear  us,  to  our  home, 
For  the  harvest  time  has  come. 


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2.  Clouds  of  glory  lingering, 
Haste  !  our  blessed  Jesus  bring ; 
Gleam  no  longer  from  afar, 
Like  a  dim  uncertain  star. 

3.  Speed  thy  coming,  blessed  One  ! 
We  are  fainting  sad  and  lone ; 
Why  doth  yet  the  star  of  day 
Its  bright  rising  thus  delay  ? 

4.  Whirlwinds  struggling  still  afar, 
With  the  mighty  conqueror's  car, 
Speed  along  like  tempests  driven, 
From  the  bursting  gates  of  heaven. 

5.  Meek  and  humble  trusting  ones, 
Zion's  suffering  trodden  sons, 

"  Day  and  night, "  prevail  in  prayer, 
Till  the  kingdom  ye  shall  share. 

6.  Voice  of  God  !  awake  the  dead  ! 
Now  descend  with  earthquake  dread — 
Trump  of  judgment,  sound  the  tone 
That  shall  end  creation's  groan. 

NUMBER  NINETY-FOUR. 

Tune — Windham.     L.  M. 

1.  The  Lord  will  come ;  the  earth  shall  quake  ; 
The  hills  their  fixed  seats  forsake ; 
And,  withering,  from  the  vault  of  night 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 


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2.  The  Lord  will  come ;  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, — 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruised,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead, 

3.  The  Lord  will  come  ;  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human-kind. 

4.  Can  this  be  he  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 

By  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by  pride  ? 
0  God  !  is  this  the  Crucified  ? 

5.  Go,  tyrants  !  to  the  rocks  complain  ! 
Go,  seek  the  mountain-cleft  in  vain  ! 
But  Faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy,  the  Lord  is  come  ! 

NUMBER  NINETY-FIVE. 

Tune— Northfield.     0.  M 

1.  Attend,  0  earth  !  God  doth  declare 
His  uncontrolled  decree ; 
"  Thou  art  my  Son,  this  day,  my  heir. 
Have  I  begotten  thee. 

2    "  Upon  my  holy  Zion's  hill 
My  King  I  thee  ordain ; 
And  though  thy  foes  dispute  my  will, 
Thou  shalt  forever  reign. 


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3.  "  Ask,  and  receive  thy  full  demands ; 

Thine  shall  the  heathen  be  ; 

The  utmost  limit  of  the  lands 

Shall  be  possessed  by  thee. 

4.  "  Thy  righteous  sceptre  thou  shalt  sway, 

And  all  thy  foes  command ; 
Just  as  the  potter  breaks  the  clay, 
And  moulds  it  with  his  hand." 

5.  If  but  in  part  his  anger  rise, 

Who  can  endure  the  flame  ? 
Then  blest  are  they  whose  hope  relies 
On  his  most  holy  name. 

NUMBER  NINETY-SIX. 

Tune—  Turner.     C.  M. 

1.  Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love 

I  see  before  me  lie  ; 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  to  those  rivers  fly. 

2.  I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 

With  joy  outstrip  the  wind  ; 
I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stoimy  main, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

3.  A  few  more  days,  or  months,  at  most, 

My  troubles  will  be  o'er ; 

I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 


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4.  My  rapturous  soul  shall  drink  and  feast 

In  love's  unbounded  sea  ; 
The  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest 
Is  ravishing  to  me. 

5.  0,  come,  my  Saviour,  come  away, 

And  bear  me  to  the  sky  ! 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 
Make  haste  and  bring  it  nigh. 

6.  I  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face, 

And  in  thine  image  shine ; 
To  triumph  in  victorious  grace, 
And  be  forever  thine. 

NUMBER  NINETY-SEVEN. 

Tune — Exhortation. 

1.  '  'These  glorious  ones,  how  bright  they  shine  ; 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  their  happy  seats 
Of  everlasting  day?" 

2.  Now  they  approach  th'  eternal  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  sacred  songs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

3.  The  unveiled  glory  of  his  face 

Spreads  joy  on  every  side  ; 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  supplied. 


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4.  Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  souls, 

And  hunger  flee  as  fast  ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

5.  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise  ; 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 

NUMBER  NINETY-EIGHT. 

1.  Salem's  great  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came, 

All  righteousness  to  fill ; 
'Twas  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood,    . 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 

To  do  his  Master's  will. 

2.  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize  ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleased  with  what  he'd  done, 

And  owned  him  from  the  skies. 

3.  This  is  my  Son,  Jehovah  cries  ; 
On  him  to  rest  the  Spirit  flies  ; 

0  children,  hear  ye  him  ! 
Hark  !  'tis  his  voice  ;  behold  he  cries, 
Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptized, 

And  wash  away  your  sin. 


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4.   Come,  children,  come  !  his  voice  obey  ; 
Salem's  bright  King  has  marked  the  way, 

And  has  a  crown  prepared  ; 
0  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  the  great  reward. 


NUMBER  NINETY-NINE. 

1.  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 
All  things  else  I  have  forsaken  ; 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  ev'ry  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

While  I  prove  the  Lord  my  own. 

2.  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, — 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, — 

Thou  art  faithful,  thou  art  true. 
0,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
0,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

If  that  love  be  hid  from  me. 

3.  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 


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Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

4.  Haste  thee  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee  ; 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there  ; 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise  ! 

NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED. 

1.  Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear, 

2.  His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 

3.  Our  life  as  a  dream,  our  time  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away ; 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

4.  0  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through; 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 
to  do." 


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5.  0  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive  the 
glad  word — 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne." 

NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  ONE. 
Tune — Lenox, 

1.  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home] 

2.  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3.  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home 

4.  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
4 


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And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  TWO. 
Tune — Dundee.     C.  M. 

1.  Light  of  the  word,  shine  on  our  souls, 

Thy  grace  to  us  afford ; 
And  while  we  meet  to  learn  thy  truth, 
Be  thou  our  teacher,  Lord. 

2.  As  once  thou  didst  thy  word  expound 

To  those  that  walked  with  thee, 
So  teach  us,  Lord,  to  understand, 
And  its  blest  fulness  see. 

3.  Its  richness,  sweetness,  power,  and  depth, 

Its  holiness  discern  ; 
Its  joyful  news  of  saving  grace 
By  blest  experience  learn. 

4.  Help  us  each  other  to  assist ; 

Thy  Spirit  now  impart ; 
Keep  humble,  but  with  love  inflame 
To  thee  and  thine,  each  heart. 

5.  Thus  may  thy  word  be  dearer  still, 

And  studied  more  each  day ; 
And  as  it  richly  dwells  within, 
Thyself  in  it  display. 


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NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  THREE. 
Time— Hallowell.     C.  M. 

1.  0  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 

Though  pressed  by  many  a  foe ; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  poverty  or  woe  ; 

2.  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod  ; 
But  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain 
Can  lean  upon  its  God. 

3.  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; 

4.  That  bears  unmoved  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile ; 
That  sin's  wild  ocean  cannot  drown, 
Nor  its  soft  arts  beguile. 

5.  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way, 

By  truth  restrained  and  led, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed. 

6.  Lord,  give  me  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
Pll  taste  e'en  here  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 


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NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  FOUR. 

1.  Here  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam, 

Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest ; 
Here  as  a  pilgrim  I  wander  alone, 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest. 
For  I  look  forward  to  that  glorious  day, 
When  sin  and  sorrow  will  vanish  away, 
My  heart  doth  leap  while  I  hear  Jesus  say, 

There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 

2.  Here  fierce  temptations  beset  me  around  ; 

Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest ; 
Here  am  I  grieved  while  my  foes  me  surround  : 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest. 
Let  them  revile  me  and  scoff  my  name, 
Laugh  at  my  weeping — endeavor  to  shame  ; 
I  will  go  forward,  for  this  is  my  theme ; 

There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 

3.  Here  are  afflictions  and  trials  severe  ; 

Here  is 'no  rest — is  no  rest  ; 
Here  I  must  part  with  the  friends  I  hold  dear  ; 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest. 
Sweet  is  the  promise  I  read  in  his  word ; 
Blessed  are  they  who  have  died  in  the  Lord  ; 
They  will  be  called  to  receive  their  reward  ; 

There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 

4.  This  world  of  cares  is  a  wilderness  state, 

Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest ; 
Here  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its  hate- 
Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest. 


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Soon  shall  I  be  from  the  wicked  released, 
Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest, 
Soon  shall  I  lean  upon  Jesus'  breast — 
Then  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 

NUMBER  OXE  HUXDEED  AND  FIYE. 
Tune — Shawmut.     S.  M. 

1.  Behold,  with  awful  pomp 

The  Judge  prepares  to  come ; 
The  archangel  sounds  the  dreadful  trump, 
And  wakes  the  general  doom. 

2.  Xature,  in  wild  amaze, 

Her  dissolution  mourns ; 
Blushes  of  blood  the  moon  deface ; 
The  sun  to  darkness  turns. 

3.  Horrors  all  hearts  appal ; 

They  quake  !  they  shriek  !  they  cry  ! 
Bid  rocks  and  mountains  on  them  fall, — 
But  rocks  and  mountains  fly. 

4.  'Tis  time  we  all  awake  ; 

The  dreadful  day  draws  near ; 
Sinners,  your  proud  presumption  check, 
And  stop  your  wild  career. 

5.  Now  is  th1  accepted  time, 

To  Christ  for  mercy  fiy ; 
0  turn,  repent,  and  trust  in  him, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 


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6.  Great  God,  in  whom  we  live, 
Prepare  us  for  that  day ; 
Help  us  in  Jesus  to  believe, 
To  watch,  and  wait,  and  pray. 

NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  SIX. 
Tune — Ganges. 

1.  0  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

2.  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  : 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

3.  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear, 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

4.  Then  Saviour,  me  through  grace  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live 

And  in  thy  kingdom  dwell, 


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Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 
That  mortal  ne'er  can  tell. 


NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  SEVEN 

1.  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands ; 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands; 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2.  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 

All  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well-beloved. 

3.  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee ! 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend, 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  ! 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4.  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past, 
God,  thy  Saviour,  shall  defend  thee, 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 


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NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  EIGHT. 

1.  O  hail,  happy  day,  that  speaks  our  trials  ended, 
Our  Lord  has  come  to  take  us  home ; 

O  hail,  happy  day ; 
No  more  by  doubts  or  fears  distressed, 
We  now  shall  gain  our  promised  rest, 
And  be  forever  blest ;  O  hail,  happy  day. 

2.  Swell  loud  the  glad  note,  our  bondage  now  is  over ; 
The  jubilee  proclaims  us  free ; 

O  hail,  happy  day ; 
The  day  that  brings  a  sweet  release, 
That  crowns  our  Jesus  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ;  O  hail,  happy  day. 

3.  O  hail,  happy' day,  that  ends  our  tears  and  sorrows, 
That  brings  us  joy  without  alloy, 

O  hail,  happy  day ; 
There  peace  shall  wave  her  sceptre  high, 
And  love's  fair  banner  greet  the  eye, 
Proclaiming  victory  ;  O  hail,  happy  day. 

4.  We  hail  thy  bright  beams,  O  morn  of  Zion's  glory  ; 
Thy  blessed  light  breaks  on  our  sight, 

O  hail,  happy  day  ; 
Fair  Beulah's  fields  before  us  rise, 
And  sweetly  burst  upon  our  eyes, 
The  joys  of  Paradise ;  O  hail,  happy  day. 

5.  Thrice  hail,  happy  day,  when  earth  shall  smile  in 


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And  Eden  bloom  o'er  nature's  tomb, 

O,  hail,  happy  day ; 
Where  life's  pellucid  waters  glide, 
Safe  by  the  dear  Redeemer's  side, 
Forever  we'll  abide  ;  O  hail,  happy  day. 

NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  NINE, 
Tune — Bethany. 

1.  By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  here  ; 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold; 

As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear  ; 
Immovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands,  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 
And  brightly  her  Builder  displays, 

And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 

2.  No  need  of  the  sun  in  that  day, 

Which  never  is  followed  by  night ; 
The  glory  of  God  will  display 

A  pure  and  a  permanent  light : 
The  saints  in  his  presence  receive 

Their  great  and  eternal  reward ; 
With  Jesus  forever  they  live, 

And  reign  on  the  earth  with  their  Lord. 

3.  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 

When,  raised  by  the  life-giving  Word, 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 
Adorned  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord ; 
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The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air, 
*    No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin  ; 
No  shadow  of  evil  is  there. 


NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND   TEN. 

1.  Mark  that  pilgrim — lowly  bending, 
At  the  shrine  of  prayer — ascending, 
Praise  and  sighs  together  blending, 

From  his  lips  in  mournful  strain  ; 
Glowing  with  sincere  contrition, 
And  with  child-like,  blest  submission, 
Ever  riseth  this  petition — 

" Jesus,  come — oh  come  to  reign." 

2.  List  again  ; — the  low  earth  sigheth, 
And  the  blood  of  martyrs  crieth 
From  its  bosom,  where  there  lieth 

Millions  upon  millions  slain  ; 
"Lord,  how  long,  ere  thy  word  given, 
All  the  wicked  shall  be  driven 
From  the  earth  by  bolts  of  Heaven  ? 

Jesus  come — oh  come  to  reign.' ' 

3.  Kingdoms  now  are  reeling,  falling, 
Nations  lie  in  wo  appalling, 

On  their  sages  vainly  calling 

All  these  wonders  to  explain  ; 
While  the  slain  around  are  lying, 
God's  own  little  flock  are  sighing, 


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And  in  secret  places  crying, 

" Jesus  come — oh  come  to  reign." 

4.  Here  the  wicked  live  securely, 
Of  to-morrow  boasting  surely, 

While  from  those  who 're  walking  purely 

They  extort  dishonest  gain  ; 
Yea,  the  meek  are  burden 'd,  driven  ; 
Want  and  care  to  them  are  given, 
But  they  lift  the  cry  to  Heaven, 

" Jesus  come — oh  come  to  reign." 

5.  Christian  cheer  thee — land  is  nearing, 
Still  be  hopeful — nothing  fearing, 
Soon  in  majesty  appearing, 

You'll  behold  the  Lamb  once  slain ; 
Oh  how  joyful  then  to  hear  him, 
While  all  nations  shall  revere  him, 
Saying  to  his  flock  who  fear  him, 

11 1  have  come — on  earth  to  reign." 


NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  ELEVEN. 
Tune — Lenox, 

1.  Jesus,  at  thy  command, 

I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lull  all  asleep  ; 
For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 
And  thus  embark  with  thee  and  thine. 


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2.  Christ  is  my  pilot  wise, 

My  compass  is  his  word  ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

Whilst  I  have  such  a  Lord  : 
I  trust  his  faithfulness  and  pow'r, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3.  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep, 

Through  all  my  passage  lie ; 
Yet  he  shall  safely  keep 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye ; 
How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop, 
That  bears  the  world  and  all  things  up  ? 

4.  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
My  soul,  thy  wings  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast  ! 
*  Oh  may  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more ! 

5.  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  all  my  storms  subside  ; 
Then  to  my  succor  fly, 

And  keep  me  near  thy  side ; 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

6.  Come,  heavenly  wind,  and  blow 

A  prosp'rous  gale  of  grace ; 
To  waft  from  all  below, 

On  to  my  destin'd  place  ; 
Then  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


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NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  TWELVE. 
Tune — Arlington.     C.  M. 

1.  Grod  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  : 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2.  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3.  Ye  fearful  saints !  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4.  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  : 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5.  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour  : 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6.  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain : 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 
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NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  THIRTEEN. 
Tune — The  Lord  unto  His  garden  comes. 

1.  How  happy  are  the  little  flock, 

Who,  safe  beneath  their  guardian  Rock, 

In  all  commotions  rest ; 
When  war's  and  tumult's  waves  run  high, 
Unmoved  above  the  storm  they  lie, 

And  lodge  in  Jesus'  breast. 

2.  Such  happiness,  0  Lord,  have  we, 
By  mercy  gathered  into  thee, 

Before  the  floods  descend ; 
And  while  the  bursting  cloud  comes  down, 
We  mark  the  vengeful  day  begun, 

And  calmly  wait  the  end. 

3.  The  plague,  and  dearth,  and  din  of  war, 
Our  Saviour's  swift  approach  declare, 

And  bid  our  hearts  arise  ; 
Earth's  basis  shook,  confirms  our  hope ; 
Its  cities'  fall  but  lifts  us  up, 

To  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

4.  Thy  tokens  we  with  joy  confess ; 

The  war  proclaims  thee  Prince  of  peace ; 

The  earthquake  speaks  thy  power  ; 
The  famine  all  thy  fullness  brings  ; 
The  plague  presents  thy  healing  wings 

And  nature's  final  hour. 


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5.  Whatever  ills  the  world  befall, 
A  pledge  of  endless  good  we  call, 

A  sign  of  Jesus  near. 
His  chariot  will  not  long  delay ; 
We  hear  the  rumbling  wheels,  and  pray, 

"  Triumphant  Lord,  appear  !" 

6.  Appear  with  clouds  on  Sion's  hill, 
Thy  word  and  mystery  to  fulfil, 

Thy  confessors  t'  approve  ; 
Thy  members  on  thy  throne  to  place, 
And  stamp  thy  name  on  every  face, 

In  glorious,  heavenly  love. 

NUMBER  OXE  HUNDRED  AND   FOURTEEN. 
Tune —  Caledonia. 

1.  Ye  who  rose  to  meet  the  Lord — 
Ventured  on  his  faithful  word, 
Faint  not  now,  for  your  reward 

Will  be  quickly  given. 
Faint  not !  ' '  always ' '  watch  and  pray, 
Jesus  will  no  more  delay, 
Even  now  'tis  dawn  of  day — 

Day-Star  beams  from  heaven. 

2.  Would  ye  to  the  end  endure  ? 
Keep  the  wedding  garment  pure — 
Claim  ye  still  the  promise  sure — 

Faithful  in  the  Lord  ! 
Let  your  lamps  be  burning  bright, 


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In  God's  word  is  beaming  light, 
Live  by  faith  and  not  by  sight- — 
Crowns  are  your  reward. 

3.  'Mid  the  darts  of  angry  foe, 
Onward,  fearless,  onward  go, 
The  good  soldier's  courage  show, 

On,  to  victory  I 
11  Let  thine  eyes  be  turned  to  me,,? 
Jesus  says,   "  I'll  rescue  thee, 
Overcome,  and  faithful  be, 

Thou  shalt  glory  see  !" 

4.  Tones  of  thunder,  through  the  sky — 
Angel  voices,  sounding  high, 

Echo  still  the  mighty  cry, 

Jesus  quickly  come  ! 
Quickly  he'll  return  again, 
With  his  saints  will  come  to  reign, 
While  all  Heaven  will  shout  "  Amen  ! 

Welcome  to  thy  throne  I" 

5.  Marriage  supper  now  prepared, 
By  the  guests  will  then  be  shared, 
In  fair  righteous  robes  arrayed, 

Like  the  Bridegroom  King. 
Glory  to  Jehovah's  name  ! 
Sound  aloud  the  glad  acclaim, 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain. 

Alleluias  bring  1 


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NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  FIFTEEN. 

1.  Oh,  exiled  Paradise, 

Oh,  how  we  long  for  thee  ! 
When  wilt  thou  robe  the  earth  ? 
When  plant  Life's  "  healing  "  tree  ? 
Thou  hast  fresh  blooming  vales 
Where  glit'ring  fountains  play, 
And  sweet  sequestered  dales, 
Hid  in  thy  groves  away  ! 
Oh,  for  thy  smiling  hills 
With  gush  of  clear  cascade  ! 
For  ever  flowing  rills, 
By  living  waters  made  ! 

2.  Oh,  for  thy  fragrant  flowers 
That  bloom  through  all  the  year; 
Oh,  for  thy  rosy  bowers, 

The  "  wilderness  "  to  cheer  ! 
To  thee  we  shall  "  return, 
And  to  Mount  Zion  come  !" 
With  songs  sing  joyfully, 
And  shout  the  harvest  home ! 
Awake  the  harp  and  lute, 
In  praises  to  the  King 
Who  reigns  on  David's  throng 
To  Him  Hosannas  bring  ! 

3.  Jesus  shall  ever  reign  ! 

When  His  bright  kingdom  comes 
The  sun  shall  be  ashamed 
Before  his  dazzling  thrones ! 


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The  moon  confounded,  then* 
Shall  hide  her  silver  ray, 
And  saints  of  every  age, 
Rejoice  in  glorious  day  ! 
Oh,  exiled  Paradise, 
Oh,  how  we  long  for  thee ! 
Robe  thou  anew  the  earth, 
Bring  back  Life's  healing  tree  ! 

NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  SIXTEEN. 

1.  Daughter  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sadness  ; 
Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more  ; 

Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  gladness ; 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is  o'er. 

2.  Strong  were  thy  foes  ;    but  the  arm  that  subdued 

them, 
And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far ; 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that  pursued 

them  ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

3.  Daughter  of  Zion  !  the  power  that  hath  saved  thee 
Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  shall  be  ; 

Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 

NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  SEVENTEEN. 

Tune — Lenox. 
1.  0  the  amazing  change  ! 
A  world  created  new  ! 


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My  thought  with  transport  range, 
The  lovely  scene  to  view. 
Thee,  Lord  divine,  in  all  I  trace  ; 
The  work  is  thine  —  thine  be  the  praise. 

2.  Where  pointed  brambles  grew, 

Entwined  with  horrid  thorn, 
Gay  flowers,  forever  new, 

The  painted  fields  adorn  ; 
The  lily  there,  and  blushing  rose, 
In  union  fair  their  sweets  disclose. 

3.  Where  the  bleak  mountain  stood, 

All  bare  and  disarrayed, 
See  the  wide  branching  wood 

Diffuse  its  grateful  shade  ; 
Tall  oaks,  and  pines,  and  cedars  nod, 
And  elms,  and  vines,  confess  their  God. 

4.  The  tyrants  of  the  plain 

Their  savage  chase  give  o'er  ; 
No  more  they  rend  the  slain, 

They  thirst  for  blood  no  more ; 
But  infant's  hands  fierce  tigers  lead, 
And  lions  with  the  oxen  feed. 

5.  0,  when,  Almighty  Lord, 

Shall  these  glad  scenes  arise, 
To  verify  thy  word, 

And  bless  our  wond'ring  eyes  ? 
That  earth,  with  all  her  tongues,  may  raise 
United  songs  of  ardent  praise. 


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NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED   AND   EIGHTEEN. 

1.   0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God ! 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ! 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4.  Return,  0  holy  Dove  !  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5.  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whatever  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6.  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


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NUMBER  ONE   HUNDRED   AND    NINETEEN. 
Tune — Union.     8's. 

1.  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest ; 

Of  that  country  so  bright  and  so  fair ; 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confest — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

2.  We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold  ; 

Of  its  walls  deek'd  with  jewels  so  rare ; 
Of  its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

3.  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

4.  WTe  speak  of  its  service  of  love  ; 

Of  the  robes  which  the  glorified  wear; 
Of  the  raptures  which  every  heart  move — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

5.  May  we,  then,  'midst  pleasure  or  woe, 

For  that  kingdom  our  hearts  now  prepare  ; 
And  shortly  we  also  shall  know 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there. 

NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  TWENTY. 

1.  Glad  tidings  !  glad  tidings  !    the  Kingdom  is  near, 
Our  glorious  Deliverer  will  soon,  soon  appear  ; 


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In  clouds  of  bright  glory  to  our  rescue  he'll  come, 
And  Angels  will  hail  us  to  Heaven,  our  home. 

2.  Glad  tidings  !  glad  tidings  !  the  Kingdom  is  near, 
On  the  plains  of  fair  Canaan  we  soon  shall  appear  ; 
With  harps  tuned  celestial,  our  voices  we'll  raise 
To  Jesus  our  Saviour,  in  accents  of  praise. 

3.  Glad  tidings  !  glad  tidings  !  the  Kingdom  is  near, 
'Tis  the  voice  of  th'  Archangel  methinks  that  I  hear, 
Arousing  the  nations,  awaking  the  dead  [laid. 
From  their  cold  dusty  pillows  where  long  they  have 

4.  Glad  tidings  !  glad  tidings  !  the  Kingdom  is  near, 
Rejoice  then  ye  pilgrims,  your  redemption  is  near  ; 
The  promised  possession  we  soon  shall  receive, 
And  with  Jesus  in  glory  eternally  live. 

NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  TWENTY-ONE. 
Tune — Hail  to  the  brightness,  fyc. 

1.  Heir  of  the  Kingdom,  O,  why  dost  thou  slumber  ? 
"Why  art  thou  sleeping  so  near  thy  blest  home  ? 
"Wake  thee,  arouse  thee,  and  gird  on  thine  armour, 
Speed,  for  the  moments  are  hurrying  on. 

2.  Heir  of  the  Kingdom,  say  why  dost  thou  linger  ? 
How  can'st  thou  "  tarry  in  sight  of  the  prize  r" 
Up,  and  adorn  thee,  the  Bridegroom  is  coming, 
Haste  to  receive  him  descending  the  skies  ! 

3.  Earth's  mighty  nations  in  strife  and  commotion, 
Tremble  with  terror,  and  sink  in  dismay  ; 


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Listen,  'tis  naught  but  the  chariots'  loud  rumbling, 
Heir  of  the  Kingdom,  no  longer  delay. 

4.  Stay  not,  O,  stay  not  for  earth's  vain  allurements  ; 
See  how  its  glory  is  passing  away, 
Break  the  strong  fetters  the  foe  hath  bound  o'er  thee, 
Heir  of  the  Kingdom,  turn,  turn  thee  away. 

o.  Keep  the  eye  single,  the  head  upward  lifted, 
Watch  for  the  glory  of  earth's  coming  King  ; 
Lo  !  o'er  the  mountain-tops  light  is  now  breaking  ; 
Heir  of  the  Kingdom,  rejoice  ye  and  sing. 


NUMBER  OJNE  HUNDRED  AND  T\VEx\TY-T\VO. 
Tune — Greenville. 

1.  Humble  souls,  that  seek  salvation, 

Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood, 
Hear  the  voice  of  revelation, 
Tread  the  path  that  Jesus  trod. 

2.  Hear  the  blessed  Redeemer  call  you, 

Listen  to  his  gracious  voice ; 
Dread  no  ills  that  can  befall  you, 

While  you  make  his  ways  your  choice 

3.  Jesus  says,  Let  each  believer 

Be  baptized  in  my  name  ; 
He  himself  in  Jordan's  river 

Was  immersed  beneath  the  stream. 


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4.  Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing, 
Follow  him  without  delay ; 
Gladly  his  command  embracing ; 
Lo  !  your  Captain  leads  the  way. 

JNUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  TWENTY-THREE. 

1.  O  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love 

Embrace  a  wretch  so  vile  ? 
Wilt  thou  my  load  of  guilt  remove, 
And  bless  me  with  thy  smile  ? 

2.  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endured, 

And  all  its  shame  despised  ? 
And  shall  1  be  ashamed,  O  Lord, 
With  thee  to  be  baptized  ? 

3.  Didst  thou  the  great  example  lead, 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood  ? 
And  shall  my  pride  disdain  the  deed, 
That's  worthy  of  my  God  ? 

4.  0  Lord,  the  ardor  of  thy  love 

Reproves  my  cold  delays  ; 
And  now  my  willing  footsteps  move 
In  thy  delightful  ways. 

NUMBER   ONE    HUNDRED   AJND   TWENTY-FOUR. 

1.  Jesus  invites  his  saints, 

To  meet  around  his  board — 

And  sup  in  mem'ry  of  the  death 

And  sufferings  of  their  Lord. 


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2.  We  take  the  bread  and  wine, 

As  emblems  of  thy  death, 
Lord  raise  our  souls  above  the  sign, 
To  feast  on  thee  by  faith. 

3.  Faith  eats  the  bread  of  life, 

And  drinks  the  living  wine, 
It  looks  beyond  this  scene  of  strife — 
Unites  us  to  "the  Vine." 

4.  Soon  shall  the  night  be  gone, 

Our  Lord  will  come  again — 
The  Marriage  Supper  of  the  Lamb 
Will  usher  in  his  reign. 


NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  TWENTY-FIVE. 

1.  The  awful  trumpet  soon  shall  sound, 
And  shake  the  vast  creation  round, 
And  all  the  saints  shall  then  be  crowned, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

Chorus. 
All  glory  be  to  the  Lord  on  high, 
Glory  be  to  the  Lord  on  high ; 
We'll  sing  God's  praise  throughout  our  days, 
And  then  go  home  to  glory. 

2.  Ten  thousand  thunders  then  shall  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
But  nothing  shall  the  saints  control, 

They'll  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


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3.  And  when  we  reach  the  blissful  plains, 
Where  love  divine  immortal  reigns, 
We'll  bid  adieu  to  all  our  pains, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

4.  There  all  the  saints  shall  join  in  one, 
And  sing  with  Moses  round  the  throne ; 
They'll  shine  with  God's  beloved  Son, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


JNUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  TWENTY-SIX. 
Tune — Hark,  hear  the  blest  tidings. 

1.  Hear,  hear,  God  of  the  faithful! 

Lone,  lone,  captives  we  cry  ; 
Lo,  lo,  the  scorner  reproacheth, 

And  mocketh  our  every  sigh  ! 
Hear,  hear,  oh  hear, 

He  mocketh  our  every  sigh. 

2.  Plead,  plead,  God  of  the  faithful ! 

Plead,  plead,  now  for  thy  name ; 
Grant,  grant,  now  for  thy  glory, 

The  trumpet  may  judgment  proclaim  ! 
Grant,  grant,  oh  grant, 

The  trumpet  may  judgment  proclaim. 

3.  Come,  come,  now  in  thy  glory, 

Dust,  dust,  doth  cover  the  slain ; 
Yet,  yet,  in  the  "  Valley  of  Vision," 
Thy  dead  men  shall  yet  live  again ! 


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Live,  live,  yes  live, 

Thy  dead  men  shall  yet  live  again. 

4.  Voice,  voice,  awaking  the  sleeping, 

Sound,  sound,  thro'  the  dread  vale ; 
Rise,  rise,  ye  that  are  "  groaning," 

None  of  the  faithful  shall  fail ! 
Rise,  rise,  oh  rise, 

None  of  the  faithful  shall  fail. 

5.  Now,  now,  from  thy  long  keeping, 

Grave  !  grave  !  deliver  the  dead  ! 
Wake,  wake,  ye  that  are  sleeping, 

Awake  at  the  Archangel's  tread  ! 
Wake,  wake,  oh  wake, 

Awake  at  the  Archangel's  tread  ! 

JNUMBER  ONE   HUNDRED  AND   TWENTY-SEVEN. 
Tune — Exhortation.     C.  M. 

1.  Thine  oath  and  promise,  mighty  God, 

Recorded  in  thy  Word, 
Become  our  hope's  foundation  broad, 
And  surety  afford. 

2.  Like  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 

Thy  faithfulness  we  prove  ; 
We  tread  in  paths  the  fathers  trod, 
Blest  with  thy  light  and  love. 

3.  Largely  our  consolation  flows, 

While  we  expect  the  day 


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That  ends  our  griefs,  and  pains,  and  woes, 
And  drives  our  fears  away. 

4.  Let  floods  of  mighty  vengeance  roll, 

And  compass  earth  around  ; 
Let  thunder  sound  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  earthquakes  vast  astound  ; 

5.  Let  nature  all  convulse  and  shake, 

And  angry  nations  rage  ; — 
Thy  name  our  hiding-place  we  make  ! 
To  save  thou  dost  engage. 


NUMBER  ONE   HUJNDRED  AMD  TWENTY-EIGHT. 
Txme—Shirland.     S.  M. 

1.  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven,  before  the  Judge, 
Astonished,  shrink  away ! 

2.  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

3.  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  the  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 


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4.  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 

His  blessings  on  your  head. 

NUMBER    ONE    HUNDRED  AND  TWENTY-NINE. 

Tune — New  Durham,     C.  M. 

1.  "When  we  can  read  our  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
We  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  our  weeping  eyes. 

2.  Should  earth  against  our  souls  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  we  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3.  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  we  but  safely  reach  our  home, 
Our  God,  our  heaven,  our  all. 

4.  There  we  shall  bathe  our  weary  souls 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
While  not  a  wave  of  trouble  rolls 
Across  our  peaceful  breast. 

NUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  THIRTY. 

1.  The  chariot !  the  chariot  !  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire ; 


138  ADVENT   HYMN    BOOK. 

Lo,  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead  are 
bowed. 

2.  The  glory,  the  glory  around  him  are  poured, 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the  Lord ; 
And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are  there, 
And  there  all  who  the  palm- wreaths  of  victory  wear. 

3.  The  trumpet !   the  trumpet !    the  dead  have   all 

heard ; 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone- covered  charnel  are 

stirr'd  ! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from 

the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  men  are  come  forth. 

4.  The  judgment !   the  judgment  !   the   thrones  are 

all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are 

met ; 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5.  O  mercy  !  O  mercy  !  look  down  from  above ; 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children  with  love ; 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are 

driven, 
May  the  justified  saints  find  a  ransom  in  heaven. 


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JNUMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AJ\D  THIKTY-O^E. 

1.  Saviour,  thou  wast  meek  and  lowly, 

Pure  and  spotless,  without  sin  ; 
|    Loved  and  worshipped  by  the  holy, 
Hasten  thy  return  again. 

2.  Gentle  Shepherd,  Israel's  Saviour, 

Hear  thy  children's  plaintive  cry  ! 

Come  !  0  come  !  and  reign  for  ever, 

Hush  the  pilgrim's  mournful  sigh. 

3.  Come  !  0,  come  !  thou  son  of  Jesse, 

Haste  !  we  long  to  reach  our  home  ; 
On  thy  promise  we  are  resting — 

Come  !  0,  come  !  reign  on  thy  throne  ! 

4.  Come  !  0,  come  !  thou  Judah's  Lion, 

Now,  we  haste  to  strike  our  harp, 
With  thee  in  our  blissful  Zion, 
Never,  never  more  to  part. 


JSUiMBER  ONE  HUNDRED  AJND  THIRTY-TWO. 

1 .  When  shall  we  meet  again  ? 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreath  her  chain, 

Round  us  forever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes. 
Never,  no.  Never ! 


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2.  When  shall  love  freely  flow? 

Pure  as  life's  river? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow, 

Changeless  forever  ? 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fear  of  parting  chill 
Never !  no  never  ! 

3.  There,  to  that  world  of  light, 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy,  for  ever ; 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 
Never !  no,  never  ! 

4.  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ; 
There  will  peace  wreath  her  chain, 

Round  us  for  ever ; 
Weary  saint,  then  repose 
Free  from  all  worldly  woes ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 
Never  !  no,  never  ! 


INDEX. 


As  1  view  the  last  sands  of  old  time,  &c, 

Are  we  almost  there  ? 

A  stranger  in  this  land  of  woe, 

Awake,  why  dwell  ye  in  dust  so  long  ? 

And  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

Awake  ye  saints  and  raise  your  eyes, 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound, 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 

Angels  come,  O  come  away  ! 

Attend,  oh  earth,  God  doth  declare, 

Behold,  behold,  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 

Begone,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 

Brethren  while  we  sojourn  here, 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

Behold,  with  awful  pomp, 

By  faith  we  already  behold, 

Christian,  the  Morn  breaks  sweetly  o'er  thee, 

Christian,  Christian, 

Come  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims, 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

Come  all  ye  sons  of  Zion, 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders, 

Dear  brethren  and  sisters,  &c, 

Daughter  of  Zion, 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  begone, 

Glad  tidings  !  glad  tidings,  &c, 

Great  God  whose  universal  sway, 


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God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

Hear,  hear,  God  of  the  faithful ! 

How  will  my  heart  endure  ? 

Hear  the  glorious  proclamation, 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 

Hail  heavenly  love  that  first  began, 

How  long  shall  death  the  tyrant  reign, 

Hark,  Hark,  hear  the  blest  tidings, 

Hark  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 

Hail  the  day  so  long  expected, 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 

Heir  of  the  Kingdom, 

Here  o'er  the  earth,  as  a  stranger  I  roam, 

How  happy  are  the  little  flock, 

Humble  souls,  that  seek  salvation, 

I  have  sought  round  the  verdant  earth, 

It  is  the  hour  of  time's  farewell, 

I  love  the  holy  son  of  God, 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

In  expectation  sweet, 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  roam, 

Jesus  died  on  Calvary's  Mountain, 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

Jesus,  at  thy  command, 

Jesus  invites  his  saints, 

List  to  the  joyful  news  sounding  so  clear, 

Lift  up  your  heads,  Immanuel's  friends, 

Lo,  down  in  this  beautiful  valley, 

List  ye  mortals,  hear  the  sound, 

Lonely  and  weary,  by  sorrows  opprest, 

Lo,  the  time  hastens  on, 

Let  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high, 

Lord  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear, 

Lo  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 

Light  of  the  Word,  &c, 

My  soul  is  happy  when  I  hear, 

Mark  that  pilgrim—lowly  bending, 


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On  time's  tempestuous  ocean  wide, 

O  how  I  long  to  see  that  day  ! 

O  Lord,  hasten  the  time, 

O  sinner,  mark  thy  fate, 

Our  heavenly  Father  hear, 

O  thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

O  for  a  faith  tnat  will  not  shrink, 

O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

O  hail  happy  day, 

O  exiled  paradise, 

O  the  amazing  change, 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

O  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love? 

Rise  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Saviour,  thou  wast  meek  and  lowly, 

Son  of  God,  thy  People's  shield, 

Skeptic,  spare  that  book, 

Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise, 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love, 

Salem's  bright  king,  Jesus  by  name, 

The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  groaning  creation  doth  w-ait, 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on, 

The  groaning  earth  is  too  dark  and  drear, 

The  King  in  his  beauty  by  angels  attended, 

The  pearl  that  worldings  covet  now, 

There  we  shall  reign  with  Jesus, 

Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright, 

There  is  a  world  of  peace  and  pleasure, 

The  midnight  cry  in  mercy  sounds, 

The  great  tremendous  day  's  approaching, 

The  "Id  Israelites,  &c, 

There's  a  good  time  coming, 

Thy  Kingdom  come,  thus  day  by  day, 


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The  glorious  day  is  coming, 

The  angel  comes,  he  comes  to  reap, 

The  gospel  trumpet  has  been  blown, 

The  last  lovely  morning, 

The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  quake, 

These  glorious  ones,  how  bright  they  shine, 

The  awful  trumpet  soon  shall  sound, 

Thine  oath,  and  promise,  mighty  God, 

The  chariot !  the  chariot,  &c, 

We're  waiting  still  dear  Lord,  for  thee, 

We're  toiling  here  by  sin  opprest,     • 

When  Christ  the  Lord,  &c, 

We're  going  home,  we've  had  visions  bright, 

What  vessel  are  you  sailing  in, 

We  have  heard  from  that  bright,  holy  land, 

We  shall  see  the  Saviour  coming, 

We're  looking  for  a  city, 

We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling, 

When  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air, 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Watchman  tell  us  of  the  night, 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 

When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell, 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest, 

When  we  can  read  our  title  clear, 

When  shall  we  meet  again ! 

Ye  who  rose  to  meet  the  Lord, 


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